I became Superman

The thought is exhilarating; his personal strength is enough to support him in pursuing the life he wants, and enough to withstand all interference and protect the life he desires.

He had never imagined this day would come.

But what kind of life do I really want?

Zhou Ming suddenly fell into a daze.

He discovered that this was a problem he wasn't very familiar with.

Looking back on his life over the past twenty-odd years, his motivation for striving most of the time came from avoiding bad things from happening.

For example, from a young age, we are taught that if we don't study hard, we won't get into a good university, we won't find a good job, we won't be able to earn money to support our families, and we won't appear successful in the eyes of others...

He always strives hard because he is worried about something.

But he rarely stops to think about it. When he no longer has to worry about anything, when he doesn't have to work hard to earn money, and when he doesn't have to care about what others think of him, when people know that someone like him exists, they will only show him the highest respect.

What does he want to do at this moment?

That's a profound question.

Come to think of it, he did seem to have thought about similar questions before, such as what he would do if he became financially independent one day.

At the time, it seemed like his idea was to give up.

I sleep until I naturally wake up every day, then play games. When I get bored, I go back to sleep. That's how I live my life in a daze.

This doesn't seem like the life Superman should live at all...

But he can't just run around fighting criminals every day, that's not exactly what Superman should do.

If Superman does the work of a policeman, then what do the police do?

This is a bit like sophistry, the kind of sophistry that would make sanitation workers unemployed if I didn't litter on the street.

However, if the subject is changed to a character like Superman, then this is no longer sophistry.

This problem can be described in a more abstract form as follows:

If the human species needs a superhuman dictator to use overwhelming force to intimidate and frighten them into becoming better, no longer hostile to each other, no longer engaging in meaningless wars, no longer engaging in class exploitation and oppression, and in short, to redeem them, then is this species worthy of redemption?

This seems like a paradox.

If humanity can improve society through its own wisdom and the inherent goodness in its nature, then humanity will not need a superhero to save it.

If humanity cannot improve itself through its own efforts and requires external intervention, even through intimidation, then it is not worth saving.

This was the first time Zhou Ming had ever thought about such a question.

He rarely thought about problems in such an abstract way before.

Now his power has propelled him to this position, to the point where he can influence human society through his own strength, and he finds himself unconsciously pondering such questions.

What is the most abstract and impractical problem for an ordinary person is the most practical problem for him.

Is this the difference in how people at different levels view problems?

The higher a person's position, the further away the problems they need to solve will be from any specific individual.

A low-level official needs to deal with the residents in the community under his jurisdiction, while his superior only needs to sit in the office and read reports. The superior is no longer dealing with specific people, but with abstract numbers.

Not to mention the superior's superior, or even the highest superior.

The higher the level, the more abstract it becomes.

Zhou Ming realized that he had unknowingly reached a very abstract level.

He didn't want to be abstract, but his strength forced him to…

So let's go back to the question we just discussed.

Should he try to become a superhero who saves humanity?

How can he be sure that he is bringing salvation to humanity?

If he were a bastard, he could simply ignore this issue. If he made a mistake, he could just correct it and start over, even if hundreds of millions of people died, since no one could oppose him anyway.

They treat human society as a game, recklessly experimenting with their various wild ideas.

But he's not a bastard, at least not yet; he can't take human life lightly.

At least people like Old Zhang downstairs have a lot of life to lose. In fact, no one should be harmed at will, even if that person is a superman.

Thinking about this, Zhou Ming suddenly had a sense of certainty.

That is, he was never born to be a superior person.

A person who is superior to others needs to look down on ordinary people, which is something he cannot do now.

Although, given his power, he had the best reason to do so.

If that's the case, then don't try to go against your nature, like a delusional teenager who always thinks about deciding the fate of humanity.

His responsibility is not to raise the limits of humanity; that should be done by humanity itself.

He should uphold the bottom line of humanity.

He is an ordinary person with great power. Anyone who tries to cross the line of ordinary life is his enemy, because he is just an ordinary person.

Regardless of whether the other party is an ambitious human being seeking power and dragging the world into war.

Or perhaps they are arrogant and bored oddballs, single-mindedly wanting to become gods of humanity and enslave humankind.

Any being that tries to break through the bottom line of ordinary people's lives will eventually come to him.

He will weigh them to see if they are qualified to do so.

Before such a person appears, he is just an ordinary person, living like an ordinary person. He can fill his game account with all kinds of games and play for ten days and ten nights without sleep, or he can sleep for ten days and ten nights without caring about anything.

Would such a life be an insult to a superman?

These principles flowed through Zhou Ming's mind.

He suddenly felt a surge of joy, a sense of certainty that came from finding his own beliefs.

That was a feeling that mere power couldn't bring him.

Having transmigrated to this world and gained power, he experienced the expansion and restlessness brought about by that power, as well as anxiety and confusion. Only then did he break free from all the restlessness and confusion and realize what he should do.

Zhou Ming stretched comfortably, the sunlight shining on him, bringing him both physical and mental comfort.

He reached out and felt a thin force field at the edge of his palm.

Biofield?

Zhou Ming was pleasantly surprised. He had always been able to passively use the force field, and this was the first time he had actively activated and felt it.

As he consciously activated his power, a force field enveloped his entire body.

Zhou Ming carefully sensed the effect of the force field. It seemed to be a barrier that could isolate external influences and allow him to define everything independently.

He can use this barrier to free himself from the pull of reality.

Zhou Ming stopped in his tracks, and the bio-force field counteracted the gravity, causing him to float up slowly.

He looked up at the sky; the dark clouds had dispersed, leaving only a few white clouds dotting the sky.

With a thought, the strength of his force field increased.

A deafening roar.

Zhou Ming's figure soared into the sky.

"What happened?"

"It looks like someone has taken off!"

"What takeoff? You must be mistaken!"

"Don't joke around."

"I'm not kidding, he's a very kind-looking young man!"

The people on the street were alarmed and started talking about it.