[Jina]: Superman, our Chat Group has only tried transporting items before; we haven’t tried transporting a person yet…
[Superman]: Understood.
That’s fine; I’ll share the user experience with you all later.
[Jina]: As expected of Superman, you’re so calm about something like this…
[Jina]: Then I’ll transfer all my points to you.
Huh?
Where is Saeko?
Why hasn’t she said anything for a while?
Did she run into a problem?
…Saeko did not respond.She sat by the window in the classroom.
The teacher’s voice on the podium sounded as if it were separated by a layer of Water, muffled and unable to reach her ears.
Her gaze rested on a void point on the playground outside the window, her fingers unconsciously clutching her skirt.In her mind, that rainy night four years ago was playing on an uncontrollable loop.Back then, she was just a middle school student.
On her way home from school, a man followed her.But what he didn’t know was that she happened to have a wooden sword with her that day.When the man thought she was paralyzed with fear and could be manipulated at will, she swung the wooden sword.Once, twice, three times.
Every strike landed precisely on his joints and vital points.The man fell to the ground, but she kept hitting him…
She heard her own heartbeat and breathing, rapid but steady.
At that moment, the corners of her mouth were upturned.The Police arrived.
A middle school girl had beaten an adult man into serious injury on a rainy night; logically, charges of excessive self-defense were unavoidable.
But the Police did not give her a hard time.
Perhaps it was because they saw she was young, perhaps they sympathized with her plight, or perhaps the man already had a criminal record in any case, they just sent her home and didn’t even inform the school.
But from that day on, Saeko saw herself clearly.
Hidden within her heart was a Beast.
At the moment of counterattack, what she felt was not fear, but pleasure.The pleasure of striking, the pleasure of controlling another’s life and death.
This violent impulse, this dark side stirring under the guise of justice, could never be forgiven.And a person like her was now going to stand side-by-side with Superman, with a Magical Girl, and with a girl she had never met but who was enthusiastically helping her.
A group of shining people.
She was hiding among them, like a cinder mixed into a pile of pearls.
Saeko snapped back to reality and found several unread messages in the Chat Group.She hurriedly scrolled up, her breathing slightly quickening. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
Then she saw that sentence from Superman: “I will do my best to protect you all.” How could anyone offer a promise like that to a complete stranger…especially to someone concealing a dark side as heavy as her own?
Saeko was silent for a long time, then her fingers moved.
[Saeko]: Thank you, Superman.
You originally had absolutely no obligation to come to this World and put yourself in danger.
[Superman]: Don’t say that, Miss Busujima.
In my view, I should still have the ability to deal with this kind of crisis.
I will do my best to protect you all.
Saeko looked at this line of text, calm and natural, as if he were stating the most ordinary thing.
The Chat Group system popped up a prompt box: [Superman] is applying to travel to your current World.
Do you agree?
Saeko extended her finger and lightly tapped on “Agree.”
…In Metropolis, at the Ultraman Building, Karl had already changed his attire.
Of course, it certainly wasn’t that S-suit, but a set of plain-looking reporter’s gear—a White shirt, dark trousers, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.
The combination of these two outfits was what fit the identity of Superman.He stood in the center of the platform, clutching a palm-sized monitoring instrument in his hand.This was something Karl had hastily made to record various data during the crossing process.
In case something went wrong with this teleportation, at least he could leave something for future reference.He looked at the instrument in his hand, a thought flashing through his mind.
The DC Multiverse has a Source Wall; it is the ultimate boundary that traps all Universes.If this mysterious Chat Group could really send him out, bypassing the Source Wall, and send him to a World that didn’t belong to the DC system at all the implications behind that would be huge.
He didn’t continue to think about it.The next second, he vanished.The instrument fell onto the empty platform, the data on the display screen still flickering, recording that a person had just existed here….When Karl opened his eyes again, he squinted slightly at the sky.
It was noon, and the Sun was perfect.
The weakening effect of yellow Sun radiation was firmly blocked by the protective coating; he didn’t feel any discomfort at all right now.
“Alright, from now on…”
Karl said to himself in his heart.
Imagine you are Superman, imagine you are that shy, sunny, big country boy, imagine your name is Clark Kent, you are a good person, you are here to help people, you love life, you believe that human nature is inherently good…He ran through this template in his mind and felt it was about right.Looking around, Karl pretended to be a foreigner here on vacation.
However, people around him started to notice him.
“Is he a foreigner? He’s so handsome.”
“Is he a model?”
…A few women pushed and shoved as they walked past, their gazes sticking to him for several seconds before looking away.
Karl pretended not to hear; he understood what his appearance was like, and it was hard to keep a low profile.He lowered his head and sent a message in the Chat Group.
[Superman]: I should have arrived in Miss Busujima’s World.
Currently, I don’t feel anything unusual.
However, it seems I didn’t appear directly beside Miss Busujima.
After sending this, he couldn’t help but complain about the Chat Group’s functionality:Teleportation doesn’t bind to group member coordinates; the landing is random.
In those Chat Group novels I’ve read, which one doesn’t deliver precisely to the group member’s face?
This group, on the other hand, is like an air-dropped package.
[Saeko]: Is that so?
I am currently in class.
Please tell me the landmarks around you, and I will come find you immediately.
[Superman]: No need, I will explore for a while myself.
As a student, you should study hard.
[Jina]: Wow, I’m so envious, you can actually cross Worlds!
I want to go too…
uh, never mind, I’ll pass on the zombies.
Saeko looked at the conversation on the screen and, for some reason, smiled lightly.
The only person who would still say “study hard” at a time like this was probably Superman.
Really…
as dazzling as the Sun….Karl stood on a main street, looking in one direction.Super vision penetrated the wall, precisely capturing a seat by the window.
Purple long hair, straight posture; she was exceptionally conspicuous even among the dense crowd of students.
Found you, Saeko…At the same time, his gaze shifted slightly, and in the same teaching building, he also saw several other human faces that held significant weight in this story.They were all still alive, all still in class.
The script of the apocalypse had not yet opened, and they were still continuing their daily lives in ignorance.Karl retracted his super vision, pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and stood there like an ordinary foreign tourist.