Question: Why does Superman wear a skin-tight combat suit?
Answer: Because saving people is “tight.” Shiro sat on a stool, propping his chin with one hand, browsing through various Superman suits in the shop with great interest.
The most classic suit was, of course, the one with red trunks worn on the outside.
Although this one captured the soul of Superman, he skipped it directly, fearing he’d be seen as a weirdo if he wore it.
“Aimu, pfft, Chengdu—no, even Metro Man’s white suit is here.” Shiro’s mouth twitched slightly as he saw the white suit with an “M” logo on the chest.
Henry Cavills Superman’s deep blue and black suits were really handsome, without the trunks on the outside.
Item: [Superman Suit (Shapeshifting)] Price: 5,000 Points Function: Can automatically transform into various Superman suits or casual wear.
Features automatic cleaning, self-repair…
This suit was good; he could switch between different styles.
Though much more expensive than other suits, the price was justified by its comprehensive features.
Shiro checked his current points: 6,490 Points.
Excellent.
If he bought it, he’d still have 1,490 points left.
“Points can be saved up slowly, and my current strength is enough.” Shiro thought for a few seconds.
He was too lazy to use a sewing machine to make a suit like Spider-Man.
Accumulating 10,000 points would allow the Everything Store to upgrade to LV2.
Spending 100,000 points could unlock Silver Age Superman, which seemed like breaking the existing limiters.
This price was acceptable.
If it were hundreds of millions of points, how many commissions would he have to do?
Even if the Everything Store’s doorstep was worn down by clients, it would probably take forever unless a single mission paid tens of millions.
This was the Everything Store; it needed clients to make requests.
Equip.
Yellow suit, white cape, red boots, red gloves.
Shiro first transformed into the Caped Baldy’s combat outfit.
Looking at himself in the mirror, a sense of cheapness emanated from the clothes.
It was a very faithful recreation, bearing a high similarity to Saitama-sensei’s outfit.
*Crunch, crunch…* “Hey, Shiro, what kind of weird clothes are you wearing?” Senti was eating potato chips, looking at Shiro’s outfit with a dazed expression.
It was a style she had never seen before, giving her a sense of déjà vu like a patchwork outfit.
“Partner, join me…
and become a hero.” Shiro extended his hand, issuing a team invitation.
“?” “Are we going to cause some trouble?” Senti asked with interest.
She wasn’t an old-timer like Fu Hua; she was someone who couldn’t stay idle.
If there was nothing to do, she could only lie flat and slack off like Shiro.
“True, it’s been a few days since we took a commission.
Rin, it’s time to pay the rent.
Search and filter the recent unaccepted commissions on the Hollow Network.” Shiro said.
There were two ways to earn points through commissions: one was for clients from this world or others to come to the door, and the other was to take the initiative.
Even finding cats or dogs counted, though the points gained that way were pitifully few.
“Tsk, you think I want to live here?” “There are two unaccepted ones from the last two days.
One was posted this morning, a Hollow investigation.
The other was posted less than an hour ago, a missing person notice for a lost girl.” To have her handle such trivial matters was truly a waste of talent for the Herrscher of Corruption.
“Lost girl…” Shiro thought for a few seconds and said, “Rin, please pull up the surveillance footage.
You should be able to do that, right?” “Are you looking down on me?” Soon, the relevant footage appeared on the phone.
This wasn’t a case of being lost; she had been kidnapped by masked human traffickers.
They had knocked her out with a drugged handkerchief; the technique was clean and experienced.
“These are people from the Black Market.” “Hmph, a girl caught in a place like that…
I suppose someone has a ‘need’ for her?” Rin’s mocking cold snort rang out.
Look, this is humanity—how ugly and nauseating.
“Senti, do you want to go?” Shiro’s face darkened.
No wonder no one took the job; knowing how deep the water was in such a place, nobody wanted to invite trouble.
The Caped Baldy’s outfit transformed into Justice Lord Superman’s black-and-white suit.
The white cape billowed without wind, and his aura was imposing without being angry.
This was one of the coolest suits of any Superman iteration.
“I’m going.
Why wouldn’t I?” Senti rubbed her hands together.
They didn’t sound like good people, and she didn’t mind acting for justice.
“By the way, what does the’S’ on your chest mean?” Before Shiro could answer, Rin chimed in first: “I know, it stands for’Sexy’.” Shiro’s mouth twitched, and he said with a face full of dark lines, “Sexy my foot.
If you can’t say anything nice, shut up.” …
The two entered the Black Market.
The phone Rin was in transformed into a smartwatch on Shiro’s wrist.
The smell of strong chemical solvents, the thick scent of blood and decaying corpses, the gunpowder smell of firearms—all sorts of odors mixed together.
Even cheap perfume and disinfectant couldn’t cover it up.
The ground was covered in a layer of shiny black unknown substance.
No one knew how many years it had been accumulating.
Exposed wires wound around like black snakes…
Filthy, disgusting, anti-life…
It was clear this place had existed for a long time, longer than many people’s lives.
It had probably existed since the Old Capital era.
Senti showed a disgusted face.
Afraid of accidentally stepping on it, she simply stepped onto a flying sword condensed from her authority.
What a dump.
Doesn’t anyone clean this up?
In contrast, Shiro walked on the ground.
His bio-electric field isolated his body, both passively and actively preventing him from being stained by such filth.
“I’m so scared…” “*Cough, cough*, give it to me quickly.
This is my house deed and my wife…” “Let me go, please, ahhh!” “I want to…
go home…” “…” Various voices flowed into Shiro’s ears, and the anger in his heart burned brighter and brighter.
To him, this place was simply a living hell.
The Silver Army’s plot was still too conservative; New Eridu’s darkness was deeply entrenched.
This was likely just the tip of the iceberg of New Eridu’s darkness.
It made sense, after all; this world had a post-apocalyptic worldview, which was more likely to breed things that subverted one’s values.
Hell is empty, and the devils are here among us.
In this environment, he felt his blood pressure constantly soaring.
Shiro found the girl.
They probably needed her “fresh” for immediate use, so they hadn’t laid a hand on her yet.
“Hey, who are you?
What do you want?” The Black Doctor stood up abruptly, frowning as he looked at the man in the skin-tight suit and cape.
He had no information on such a person in his head.
Shiro said nothing.
He walked up to the Black Doctor and slowly raised his right hand.
*Splat!* Dealing with scum like the Black Doctor, Shiro showed no mercy.
He casually tore off one of the Black Doctor’s arms, and the spraying blood instantly stained the wall red.
The torn-off arm was tossed aside.
The movement was clean, swift, and completed in an instant without the slightest hesitation.
The Black Doctor didn’t even react in that moment before one of his arms went missing.
Shiro looked at the Black Doctor and questioned him coldly, word by word, “To lay hands on an innocent child—do you have a conscience?” “What do you think life is?!” “Ahhh…” He couldn’t answer.
The intense pain immediately triggered the body’s protective mechanisms.
The Black Doctor let out a scream and fainted, but the continuous loss of blood would soon be fatal.