Chapter 2: New Life

Six years after the end of the war.

Six years have passed, and that aggression is still a deep scar in the hearts of all mankind. Perhaps it will be difficult to erase by time in ten or twenty years. After the war, the world established a federal government. Although the government did its best to claim to the people how their fighters fought bravely on the battlefield, and how the government did not give up hope, it finally ushered in this hard-won victory. But everyone in the know knows that this is just a lie. They didn't win at all. The truth is that the leader of the enemy suddenly fell while holding the victory, and the invincible alien army withdrew from the earth.

The era of superheroes seems to have ended. In the early days of the arrival of alien invaders, the Justice League, which had always represented the Earth's defenses, disappeared. There are rumors that they fought hard for the earth, but eventually fell, but most people who survived the disaster sneered at them. Lex Luther, the president of the Lex Group, personally stood up - he was also the philanthropist who contributed the most in the post-disaster reconstruction work - and pointed out that the practice of mankind entrusting fate to such a group of superpowers is inherently stupid. , Mankind should have grasped its own destiny long ago.

Luther's many speeches made his concept deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The era of superheroes has passed, and a new era in human history will begin here. The remaining superheroes on the earth also conceal their whereabouts, incarnate as urban legends and rumors, continue their careers in the dark, but most of them have not appeared in public.

"When we needed it most, superheroes abandoned us, so we must learn to be self-reliant." A reporter wrote after the war, basically representing the mainstream of the times.

And our traverser, who "unfortunately" crossed to the end of the world, is now watching TV with our legs folded in the sunny living room.

Jay Reynolds, 18 years old this year-at least that's what his new hukou originally wrote, but in fact he doesn't know what the name and age of his identity should be after crossing, when the end of the end of the war , Adopted by the orphanage, when he asked his name and age, he made up one by himself. And that war created too many homeless orphans, so no one really verified the information he fabricated.

He took a chance to test his superpowers and found that it was as he expected-he has most of the superhuman powers. Hot sight, cold breathing, super power, super speed, and flying ability, but their abilities are relatively limited, which is significantly worse than the original version. He estimates that it has something to do with his age. He also quickly realized that he had traveled through a parallel universe based on the world of dc comics. He was no stranger to dc comics, but the current world obviously could not be matched with any comic universe he knew.

He naturally doubted whether he was also a Kryptonian like Superman, but unfortunately he did not have the slightest memory of the origin of this body, and this doubt was beyond verification.

After living in the orphanage for less than six months, he met his parents in this life, the Reynolds couple. The surname on his household register was also changed to Reynolds after he was adopted. His father, Mr. Charles Reynolds, is the editor of the well-known Metropolitan newspaper "Daily Planet", and his mother, Jane Reynolds, is a nurse at the Metropolitan Hospital. Jay still remembers the scene of the day he was adopted, an office filled with warm and soft sunlight. He was sitting on a wooden chair with a backrest, while the Reynolds and his wife were sitting on the opposite sofa across a coffee table.

What impressed Jay the most that day was that Mr. Reynolds loved the Dean's lighter so much. It is a lighter in the shape of a revolver. You pull the trigger and flames will burst out of the muzzle. Mr. Reynolds held the lighter in his hand all the way to play, his expression looked like an older child who had discovered a new toy.

"Pay attention!" Mrs. Reynolds reminded displeasedly, "We are not here to buy you a lighter today."

Mr. Reynolds smiled embarrassedly, and reluctantly put down the lighter in his hand.

The two returned their attention to Jay, and Mrs. Reynolds squeezed out the kindest smile possible and said: "Relax, Jay, tell us more about yourself."

Jay scratched his head: "What kind?"

"For example, your hobbies, you must have your own hobbies, right?"

"Um...reading? I like to read all kinds of books." Jay said with a smile that was almost the standard answer. "Sometimes I try to write something that interests me Articles. I like clean and tidy, and I like to help fix things... it seems nothing special."

Mrs. Reynolds gave a very satisfied smile, looking like she had fancyed her favorite clothes while shopping. She said: "Awesome, then I think you will like our family very much. If you want, we are very happy to be your adoptive parents."

"You can even have your own computer." Mr. Reynolds said, playing with the lighter unknowingly.

But before Jay could respond, Mrs. Reynolds said to her husband annoyedly: "Hey! We just redecorated the house, and you forgot that we still have twenty years of unpaid mortgage?"

Mr. Reynolds is fainting. Facing his angry wife, he is obviously lacking in confidence. He whispered: "But I think... a computer is just a computer, it shouldn't be a big burden."

"Do you think? You never care about the monthly expenses of the family, of course you take it for granted!" Mrs. Reynolds raised her tone, and Jay felt that if it were not for the occasion, she might yell in Mr. Reynolds' ears. Shouting, he couldn't help laughing at the thought of that funny scene.

Jay spoke very timely and said: "It doesn't matter, I don't need a computer for the time being. I think I only need a home now, nothing more."

This sentence clearly and very accurately hit Mrs. Reynolds's vitals. She temporarily let go of Mr. Reynolds, touched Jay's head affectionately, and said: "Look, this kid is so sensible. Don't worry, as long as Are you willing, you will be a member of our family from now on, okay?"

Jay let out an "um" and pressed his little head hard, rejoicing in his heart that he finally didn't have to endure living with a group of ten-year-old kids.

"That's great!" Mrs. Reynolds said happily, standing up and saying, "Then you go and pack your own things, let's go through the formalities, and then you can move into your new home! "she was

When Mr. Reynolds stood up, he still loved the revolver-shaped lighter in his hand. Before leaving the house, he finally lit a cigarette with it, and then he left it on the coffee table very reluctantly, muttering in his mouth: "Me too. I want to get a lighter like this."

The hospital procedures were very neat, and Jay moved into his new home that afternoon. In retrospect, Mrs. Reynolds was really kind to him when she entered the house on the first day. She took out a drink and dessert and asked Jay to sit on the sofa in the living room and wait. She instructed Mr. Reynolds to tidy his bedroom. .

And now, with the passage of time, he certainly no longer has such privileges.

Mrs. Reynolds appeared in the living room wearing an apron and carrying a broom. She was coming fiercely, like a warrior ready to go to battle. She shot a flash and snatched the newspaper in Mr. Reynolds's hands with Erlang's legs on the sofa. Then she turned off the TV skillfully and yelled: "Get up, don't sit here for good times. Get up and do cleaning!"

Mr. Reynolds looked at the energetic Mrs. Reynolds and couldn't help but said with a bitter expression: "Come again? I remember that we just cleaned it up just now, it was..."

"At what? A week ago?" Mrs. Reynolds raised her eyebrows.

"It's only a week!" Mr. Reynolds got encouraging eyes from Jay, and plucked up the courage to protest, "Who does anyone do cleaning every week!"

"Don't talk too much!" Mrs. Reynolds involuntarily threw the broom on Mr. Reynolds's body. The latter murmured dissatisfiedly, but stood up slowly, and executed the order honestly, just like his courage. That's it.

Mrs. Reynolds threw the rag to Jay and said, "Jay will also help. All the glass and cabinets in your own bedroom, study, and balcony, I need them to be spotless."

Jay saluted, imitating the soldier on TV and said, "Yes, ma'am!"

The three moved separately. Mrs. Reynolds washed the mop in the bathroom, and the sound of splashing water could be heard in all rooms. Mr. Reynolds continued to complain while he was busy carrying the broom. Jay confirmed that the Reynolds and his wife hadn't noticed him, and then he used his super speed to sweep through his bagging area like a whirlwind. A few seconds later, he blew a small key and sat on the chair in his bedroom and read the new one. In the first issue of the magazine, all the glass and cabinet doors are clean and reflective.

Maybe in a few minutes he can stop by and help Mr. Reynolds do his job together.

He had just sat down for a while when the cell phone in the living room buzzed. He had to go back to the living room to pick up the phone and slide open the screen. He found that it was Lois, a text message from a girl in his high school class.

"Hi, Jay, sorry to interrupt, but I am going to have a party at home this weekend. Everyone in the class and friends from many clubs will come. I am curious if you are free?"

Almost without thinking, Jay was about to politely decline. At this moment, Mr. Reynolds, who was moving away from the sofa to deal with the dust in the back, poked his head and asked: "Who? Classmate?"

"Hmm...a classmate, invited me to a party." Jay said, his finger has quickly typed the rejection message into the input box, "but I'm not going."

"Why?" Mr. Reynolds said, "I think you should try... you almost never go to any classmate's party, so your high school life is incomplete!"

"I'm just not interested." Jay shrugged. "It's not a big deal."

Mr. Reynolds shook his head: "No. Listen to your old man, you have to attend at least once, otherwise you will regret it when you think about it one day in the future. I remember your dad met at a party when I was young A pretty good girl, ha, I still remember..."

"Unfortunately, she's not my mother, right?" Jay interrupted untimely.

"Yeah." Mr. Reynolds suddenly looked like a discouraged ball, "It's a pity. Alas, I was too young and ignorant, otherwise if I take the opportunity, I..."

"So what?"

When Mrs. Reynolds's gloomy voice appeared behind him like a ghost, Mr. Reynolds's face changed suddenly and he hurriedly changed his words: "Anyway... in short! Group activities with classmates are a very important part of high school life! You must ..."

"Alright, alright, I see." Jay couldn't laugh or cry. "Then I'll go."