“Hey, is all this enthusiasm an invitation to a party?”
In the dead-silent meteor belt, where sound should have been impossible, a relaxed, teasing voice somehow echoed through the oxygen-free, pitch-black vacuum.
Cold, massive rocks drifted endlessly past.
In this place where no normal life could survive, several figures appeared like nightmares given form.
Gods gripping warhammers.
Towering giants.
Mages clutching glowing circles of magic.
Every single one of them wore the same ferocious expression — half-rotted faces crawling with maggots and putrid flesh.
At the center of their dense encirclement floated a massive meteorite.
A flash of white reflected in the zombies’ decaying eyes: a white cape that moved without wind, hanging in the void like a cloud suspended from the sky.
Black hair.
Black eyes.
A face so perfectly handsome it bordered on unfair.
Tall and upright, nearly six-foot-three, with a physique that was powerfully toned without ever looking bulky.
Just by appearance alone, he was flawless.
A faint light from the distant stars caught the young man’s white-and-gold battle suit, perfectly illuminating the large golden M on his chest.
Wayne Scott — an existence that should never have appeared in this universe.
Wayne scanned his surroundings, black eyes reflecting the hissing zombies.
He arched a brow, voice dripping with amusement.
“However… I’m not exactly fond of such heavy tastes~”
Even in the vacuum of space, the zombies somehow heard him.
ROooooooooAR!
Zombie Sentry, dressed like a rotting parody of Superman, charged forward in silence and smashed his fist toward Wayne with everything he had.
BANG—!
Wayne caught the punch with one hand.
His arm didn’t even tremble.
Looking at the zombie right in front of him, Wayne curled his lip in mild disgust.
“Sorry.
Your daddy here doesn’t accept forced love.”
He tightened his grip and swung his arm.
Zombie Sentry was sent flying backward at an unimaginable speed.
The undead powerhouse tore straight through the meteor belt and slammed into a giant planet — piercing clean through it.
The resulting explosion sent debris expanding hundreds of thousands of kilometers in the blink of an eye, rushing toward the remaining zombies.
Zombie Doctor Strange casually raised a magic barrier, shielding himself from the wreckage.
Then he used magic to look further.
Zombie Sentry had smashed through dozens of planets before finally coming to a stop.
Strange’s rotting brows knitted slightly.
This delicious piece of fresh meat from another universe had made him drool… but it seemed the meat was unusually prickly.
Wayne, completely unbothered by their thoughts, stood up leisurely from the meteorite and looked over the ferocious crowd.
He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
In the past, all of these guys had just been superheroes on a screen.
Then he woke up as an abandoned infant on the steps of an orphanage… and suddenly they were real.
That was when Wayne finally understood what kind of world he had been thrown into.
Fortunately, he wasn’t ordinary.
At the age of five, his abilities awakened.
He quickly realized he possessed the power of Superman — though this version of Superman was more than a little strange.
Deep within his consciousness, a panel appeared.
It did nothing except display data.
— — [ Panel Data ] — —
Super Strength: Normal strength reaches 10²⁷ tons — enough to easily lift a star.
Explosive strength hits 10³⁰ tons, enough to casually flip a small star cluster.
Steel Body: Ignores black hole tidal forces.
Immune to gamma-ray bursts.
Can traverse neutron stars.
Easily withstands large-scale matter-antimatter annihilation.
Super Vision: Full-spectrum perception.
Can penetrate hundreds of light-years to lock onto subatomic structures.
Can track targets across tens of thousands of light-years.
Field of view covers multiple galaxies, including the Milky Way.
Super Hearing: Can distinguish trillions of simultaneous sounds.
With energy propagation, can clearly hear conversations tens of thousands of light-years away — even battle sounds from outside the Milky Way.
Super Speed: Normal speed reaches 300,000 times the speed of light.
Can accelerate infinitely with no theoretical upper limit.
Easily travels through time and space… and can even reverse causality.
Super-Speed Regeneration: Every cell functions like a micro-hyperspace.
Absorbs any form of energy (including light) and converts it into high-dimensional energy stored internally.
Injuries — physical or spiritual — heal at a terrifying rate by consuming that energy.
Heat Vision: Temperature reaches 50 billion degrees Celsius.
Instantaneous output comparable to a supernova.
Can tear a star apart in an instant.
Essence is high-dimensional hyperspace energy — unconstrained by space and free from light-speed limits.
Storm Breath: Can unleash an energy storm equal to a supernova ejection, devastating everything within 100 light-years.
Generates continuous gravitational ripples that interfere with enemy movement and disrupt all forms of energy, including magic.
Bio-Force Field: Extremely strong resistance against all external forces, physical or magical.
When fully deployed, can fix stellar orbits and stabilize entire star systems.
Essence is reality modification.
Super Brain: Remember to use Super Strength!
Superman Belief: I am Superman.
I can do whatever I want.
As strength grows, the number of things I can do grows with it.
Amplifies without limit based on the strength of belief.
True idealistic power.
Everything is possible.
Infinite Growth: The Superman among Supermen.
A Superman who remains Superman even in a universe full of them.
Abilities grow infinitely.
Strength grows infinitely.
There is no cap.
There is no limit.
Flamboyant Talk: When speaking flamboyantly, all abilities receive a critical amplification.
The multiplier is random… and has no upper limit.
Enemy of Men: When the opponent is male, all attributes and abilities are significantly enhanced.
Completely immune to the abilities of males weaker than himself.
Against stronger males, receives damage reduction and resistance (the greater the gap, the lower the reduction).
Looking male also counts.
When Wayne first saw the panel, he thought his powers might have come from some ridiculous blockbuster movie.
After a few years of basking in the sun, however, he realized just how absurdly broken this version of Superman truly was.
A blockbuster was a blockbuster — as long as it wasn’t the gay kind, he was fine with it.
The golden M on his chest was his personal identifier.
The Man among Men.
Wayne’s gaze swept toward Zombie Captain Marvel and Zombie Doctor Strange.
His Super Hearing picked up something.
A faint light flashed through his eyes… then he looked away.