When the Super British Ruled the Earth[British and American]

Love is the only thing that can transcend time and space.

——"Interstellar"

In the moment of daylight brought by the thunder and lightning, Xilia stared blankly at those azure blue eyes.

"you……"

Before the words were spoken, the world has returned to darkness.

Heavy rain began to fall in the dark night, shouts and gunfire were mixed in the majestic night rain.

Celia couldn't see anything, but the subconsciousness of human beings to foresee danger made her feel the melee around her getting closer, and she seemed to have nowhere to go when the darkness and heavy rain enveloped her.

The rain drenched her hair and clothes, and she was finally a little scared in the cold.Xilia whimpered, wanting to curl up her body like a small animal, wanting to stay away from the scuffle next to her ears... At this moment, a broad and powerful palm embraced her waist.

"You're fine, don't be afraid..." In the vague night, a gentle and deep male voice whispered in her ear.

For a while, she seemed to be hugged tightly by someone, and the steady heartbeat of that person was beating in her ears, and he took her further and further away.In the majestic rainy night, she heard his voice was a bit heavy, and Xilia felt that her sleeves seemed to be stained with something warm...

he is injured?

"you--"

Celia raised her head, and a slender and warm palm gently stroked her eyelids.

"It's okay." She heard him say softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Xilia's eyelashes trembled slightly, but for some reason, she trusted the voice almost subconsciously.Silia felt as if she had left the factory in a blur. She was placed on the ground, and before she could stand still, her shoulders sank and she was put on a waterproof jacket.Celia turned her head, only to see a vague figure disappearing into the darkness again.

Celia was a little dazed. At this moment, the siren of the police car sounded, and she raised her head. The dazzling police lights pierced the night sky, and she had to squint her eyes.

……

"...There were no casualties among the hostages kidnapped this time. The police sealed off the scene and are still investigating the identities of the suspects..."

On TV, the news program is broadcasting the incident.As the first hostage discovered by the police, Celia was honored to be on the news channel.

At this moment, Xilia was lying on the hospital bed, lighting the bottle, and staring at herself in the news with a blank expression.

"I look so photogenic." At the end, she tutted.

Beside the hospital bed, Michelle rolled her huge eyes.

"The fever reached 41 degrees, and I didn't see you restrain yourself." She said, "Do you know that my heart is almost stopped by you? Especially your clothes, I thought you were going to die."

When police saw Celia, she was wearing a huge men's jacket with blood on the shoulders and sleeves.Of course, it wasn't her blood.

The police and the hostages were very confused, and they didn't know why the kidnappers suddenly started fighting.Celia felt that the man who saved her might have something to do with this incident, but he didn't show up, indicating that he didn't want to be noticed.So Celia didn't say anything when questioned.

She turned her head slowly, and the jacket was placed on the chair next to her.She looked at it for a while, and then thought of the master's blue eyes.

She could never forget... that momentary glance.

And that warm palm covering her eyes in the rainstorm, and that gentle voice...

Who is he?

>>>

At the same time, in a secluded old house, Clark Kent was sitting on a wooden chair and watching the news.

His upper body was naked, with a white bandage wrapped around his lower abdomen.With his elbows on his knees and a bottle of wine in his hand, Clark stared intently at the young girl on the news.

"Is it fun to be hurt?" someone asked behind him.

The news screen was cut, and Clark turned his head.

"It's very interesting. I almost don't remember this feeling." Clark's fingers touched his bandage unconsciously, and the corners of his mouth even hooked.

In the dark corner, Deadpool came out, he leaped and lay down on the sofa.The old sofa creaked under his pressure.Deadpool stretched.

"I think you still have to keep a low profile during this time. You are used to not being injured, so you don't bother to dodge some attacks. But you are now a normal person's body, so——you are really dead when you are injured and dead, my dear. "Deadpool said, "The great Superman was killed by a small soldier attack-this kind of thing sounds too funny."

No matter what Deadpool says, he is always glib and a little frivolous.But Clark still nodded.

"I see."

Then he stopped talking.

Deadpool supported his head, still looking at him.

"Do you regret it?" he said, "You exhausted all your powers to return to this world. If you don't recover, then you will be an ordinary person for the rest of your life."

Clark lowered his head, and he hooked the corners of his mouth.

"Silia is willing to pay the price of never waking up her soul, but also to see the truth-what is it if I travel through the world?" He looked at Deadpool, "Doctor Strange said that if I really want to come back, I must Show up as an ordinary person, otherwise those 'high-dimensional people' will find me through superpowers. But what about you? Why do you still have superpowers?"

In the current superhero world, superheroes and villains have disappeared, and the abilities of ordinary mutants have also disappeared.

Now, it's a world of really normal people.

The Deadpool in front of Clark may be the only one who still has the ability.

Deadpool spread his hands.

"How to put it—this is my gift, and it's also a curse. The author gave me some authorization and gave me a little freedom." He said, "But I was set from the beginning as a person who knows the truth and can An anti-hero who breaks the dimension. But I know the truth, but I have to continue to carry out my plot according to the 'author''s wishes, don't you think this is also very black humor?"

Clark fell silent.

Now that I think about it, it is true.Deadpool knows that he is a created virtual character, but he can't violate his own plot. Even though he has struggled, in the end, everything about him has not escaped the operation of the 'author'.

This fact is enough to break everyone down.

Everyone can't help but think, the family members, lovers, and friends they lost, and the torture they have suffered, just came from another person's creation?What about their determination and belief, and whether their love and friendship come from their sincerity, or are they set by characters?

If there is no free will, do they really exist?

Deadpool's legs crossed, he reached out and took out a tissue, crumpled it up and threw it at the silent Superman.

"Tell me how you feel, big man."

Clark glanced at him.

"It was unacceptable at first, but now...it seems nothing."

"You're really thinking about it." Deadpool tutted.

"Humans believe that God is the Creator and created everything. Now it's just come true." Clark said calmly, "To put it worse, the Creator has just changed from God to Satan. Isn't that the case? Humans use a A bottle of water can destroy an ant's nest. The creator wants to destroy us now, but above them, perhaps another high-dimensional world is manipulated. In this case, there is nothing to tangle with. We just changed from a single biological chain to the universe It's just a biological chain of the same level."

Deadpool stared at him dumbfounded, and after a while, he spread his hands, "You really deserve to be the pillar of the DC family, and your ideological awareness is high."

Clark leaned back in the chair slowly, raised his head to look at the ceiling, and took another sip of his wine.

"Since you are an ordinary person, I still suggest that you don't drink alcohol when you are injured, which is not conducive to recovery." Deadpool said, "By the way, in this case, why didn't you go directly to your little girlfriend yesterday?"

"I'll be in trouble if I'm on TV too." Superman seemed to have already figured out how to answer.

"Really? I don't think you are ready." Deadpool's white eyes tightened suspiciously, "A man who can accept himself as a fictional character, dare not see his girlfriend?"

"I didn't dare. I just did it to hide myself," Superman emphasized.

"Then you'd better hurry up. Don't forget, the high-dimensional world has never given up on our world. After talking with the creator, Celia should have a solution." Deadpool said, "She must wake up quickly , tell us the method.”

Clark fell silent.

After a while, he said hesitantly, "What if... we don't care about this matter?"

"What did you say?"

"Silia knows the key, but if she hides among the 60 billion people on Earth all her life, and she doesn't have that memory, and lives on in a normal way, the high-dimensional people may not find her." Clark said, "If they There is no way, then our world is still functioning normally...isn't it?"

Deadpool stares at Superman.

"It's not like your style." He said slowly, "Is it because you don't have superpowers that make you want to escape this possibly unwinnable battle?"

"No—I'm just—" Clark frowned and spoke faster, "If Celia's existence is for the survival of the world, then what price will she pay? She is the only one who knows the whole truth Man, she's going to be at the forefront of this war—"

After a pause, Superman said painfully, "She's only 20 years old. In this world, she's a normal person...maybe..."

Deadpool watched him silently.

"That's why you don't want to show up." He said slowly, "But Clark, this has already started, do you understand? Celia's 'story' has been set up. Do you think you If we don’t look for her, won’t it happen? No, no one can beat the Creator. Since the Creator let Xilia hold the key, she will never be able to escape.”

Clark froze.

Deadpool walked up to him slowly and put his shoulders on his shoulders.

Deadpool is finally looking a little serious.

"Haven't you understood? This is a life-and-death battle. As long as we don't solve that world, we will never be free. You can only watch your loved one continue to walk towards the plot line, but there is no way Hold back until you lose her... You know how some film critics said, 'Her passing completes his character'. That's all, you get it?"

Deadpool said coldly, "Never desire the mercy of the Creator, that is the most ridiculous thing."

……

Clark didn't know how he got out of the cabin where he and Deadpool were hiding.

Wearing black-rimmed glasses and a heavy leather jacket, he once again concealed himself in the crowd.

He originally thought he had understood it, but now he was confused again.

He walked among pedestrians, but his mind was in chaos.For a while, Deadpool's voice was circling in his ears, and after a while, a voice asked him again, is his persistence, his love and desire real or artificially created?

Superman recalled that he and Lois had just been together for a month in this world.Deadpool said that Louise was his lover on the plot line, and the two were constantly entangled in different stories.But at the same time, he was sometimes associated with Diana, or other women.

Is he and Louise together because of the plot line?

And what about him and Celia?The two are not even remotely related in reality.Superman is a star, the 'savior' in many people's hearts, possessing great power.And Celia, she's just a small-town girl, just in her second year of college, and she's never been to a big city.

If Thanos hadn't snapped his fingers, they would never have met in this life.

So is their relationship in the Soul Stone real?Or is this just a necessary part of the story line of Xilia's salvation, and only by being with him can we give hope to the world?

Clark couldn't figure it out.

He is in pain.

When all these were mixed with too many human factors, he couldn't tell which ones were his own will and which ones were given by force.

Is the love between him and Xilia real?

But there is only one thing, he still doesn't want Xilia to be in danger.He has walked that road and knows how difficult it is.He didn't want her to bear all this.

Clark walked forward chaotically, and unknowingly, he walked on the road in front of the only hospital in this town.

He raised his head, immediately retreated a few steps, and hid behind the corner of the street—just in time, Xilia and a brown-skinned girl came out from the hospital gate.

She still looked pale and listless.And in her arms - still holding the clothes he gave her that night.

Clark's heart skipped a beat, and the moment he saw her, his heartbeat became disordered.Superman leaned against the wall slowly, just seeing her, his thoughts grew like weeds in his heart like crazy.

He recalled her phone calls back then, no matter how sarcastic he was, she always called him superman, superman.

He remembered that she had gradually opened his heart, and she had gradually shed her outer shell, revealing those frailties in front of him.

He remembered their kiss under the moonlight, her temperature, her breath, everything about her...

Superman slowly closed his eyes.He found tormentingly that even though the relationship between the two of them and all of this is likely to be fabricated, an irreversible plot line, and the most impure and hypocritical aggregate in the entire universe, he loves Celia.

he loves her.

Even if it's a fake love, he still loves her.

In the evening, the rain began to patter again.

Clark walked forward in the drizzle, dimly lit by street lights ahead, he stopped and looked up at the apartment on the side of the road.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally climbed the steps and rang the doorbell.

"Who?"

The door opened vigilantly a crack, and Superman knew she was hiding a baseball bat in her other hand behind the door.

Clark knew that he didn't look like a good person now. He was dressed like a homeless man, and he wore a super-frustrated black frame, and his hair was messy. It was a bit different from last night. Clark didn't know if she would Recognized... After all, they only faced each other for a split second last night.

But soon, the door was fully opened.

When he was caught off guard, the person who had been thinking about it day and night appeared in front of him.

"It's you?" said Celia, startled. "How do you know I live here?"

Superman's blue eyes stared at her, his lips were slightly parted, thousands of words, but all disappeared.

It was just a kind of grievance and soreness that blocked his throat.

"Hi, my name is Kal-El." He said softly, "I'm so cold."

Celia stared at him blankly, and after a few seconds, she took a step back.

"I just made some hot tea," she said. "Would you like to come in and sit for a while?"

……

Not long after, in the drizzle of the night, the kitchen in Room C on the third floor of the apartment was lit with warm orange lights.