American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 166 A God from DC Descends Upon Marvel

Everything is flowing away and regressing.

The dreamlike scene reappeared all around.

However, unlike before, this time the cosmic "spheres" around us seemed to pass by like scenery outside the window.

It was like a cannonball flying high into the sky, with everything around it rushing past.

Unable to control himself, a feeling of weightlessness swept over his brain, causing Gino to instinctively cover his forehead.

"Clark?"

The boy struggled to open his eyes, his gaze falling on Clark, who was flying backwards not far away.

The golden energy flowing from the boy's chest slowly dissipated, and the "S"-shaped family crest etched on Clark's chest disappeared.

The two were like stars falling to earth, plummeting with unstoppable force until they crashed into something that seemed very solid.

....

1943.

Brooklyn.

The technological advancements brought about by the industrial zone spurred the establishment of a large number of polluting heavy industrial factories.

Towering chimneys, large and small, are constantly spewing thick, acrid chemical fumes into the sky.

The entire Brooklyn area is also filled with acrid smog, which is a kind of "enjoyment" for the local residents, regardless of age or gender, as they can enjoy the purest industrial exhaust gas from the industrial era.

Streets and alleys, shops and banks.

All sorts of inspiring posters for enlisting are hung in every corner to ensure that everyone can see them when they look up.

At this time, the world was in the midst of World War II.

An unnamed art student who failed his college entrance exams has already matured and is ambitious. He is determined to wage war and dream of unifying the world to realize his dream.

Sixty-one countries were involved in the war, and people were dying every day. Countless vibrant lives were transformed into cold, hard numbers recorded on the blank sheets of paper in various countries.

But none of this had anything to do with the skinny boy in the dark, sewage-filled alley.

Steve huddled in the corner, stretching out his arms to desperately block the beating from a group of thugs.

"Fuck you! Fuck you!"

The leader of the thugs, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, kept raising his fist and swinging it at the weaker victim.

Just minutes before, this guy was watching a movie with his friends in the theater, but that damn recruitment jingle angered him. He yelled at it, but to his surprise, a short guy threatened to shut him up.

"So, did you learn something?"

Despite being very angry, the young man's fists were also sore from punching for so long.

He grabbed the skinny boy by the hair and demanded, "Can you mind your own business?"

"Huffing and puffing."

With his forehead a bloody mess and panting heavily, Steve struggled to lift his head and said with difficulty, "I... I can fight you all day!"

"very good!"

The young man, whose anger had just subsided, was enraged again by Steve. He waved his hand and shouted, "Beat him!"

A group of people rushed forward, raining down punches all over Steve's body.

"boom!"

Just as a group of thugs were venting their anger, a deafening explosion rang out from overhead.

The oppressive, heavy sound immediately made many people stop what they were doing.

People looked up at the same time.

Upon seeing the scene in the sky, many people slowly and in unison opened their jaws.

All that could be seen was the pitch-black night sky.

A blazing, bright light illuminated the night sky like a small, radiant sun.

This scene, which defied the laws of nature, stunned everyone in the alley.

"What is that?"

"Wow, the sun has risen in the night sky?"

Even more fearful boys knelt on the ground, ignoring the sewage in the alley, and clasped their hands together in prayer, asking God to bless them with a hen that lays golden eggs.

"Cough cough cough."

Ignoring the messy blond hair plastered to his forehead, Steve wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked up in the direction of everyone's gaze.

Looking at the golden orb floating in the night sky, he narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression conflicted, and said in a strange tone, "Haven't you noticed that thing seems to be getting closer?"

"From what you're saying..."

The young man at the head of the group craned his neck to carefully examine the "sun," which seemed to be getting closer and closer in his vision.

"Run! Run!"

The young man panicked and staggered like a mad dog, running towards the alleyway.

The threat of death spurred physical potential, and everyone was on the run.

The small and thin Steve was clearly at a disadvantage. Someone pushed him over, and the young man fell to the corner, getting covered in dirty water.

When the boy looked up at the sky, a sense of desperate frustration replaced the panic in his eyes.

In his vision, the blazing orb of light was like a shooting star hurtling towards the city, its intense heat igniting the night sky and drawing a streak of red light.

"My God."

In what he thought was the last moment of his life, Steve's mind went blank, and he could only watch helplessly as the ball of light drew closer and closer.

It shattered the attic, crashing down with a blast of scorching, boiling heat.

"boom!"

It shattered the road like a meteorite, kicking up clouds of dust, and causing all the glass in the city streets to break.

Screams and barking dogs.

The resulting storm overturned Steve.

His body slammed heavily against the solid wall behind him.

Slowly got up,

With his eardrums pierced by the blast wave, Steve stared blankly at the black hole billowing thick smoke outside the alley.

Whether it was the thick smoke or toxic substances in the air that clouded his vision, Steve seemed to see a dazzling golden light flashing within the smoke.

As if by some strange twist of fate, Steve pushed himself up with his hands and walked toward the pit.

"Splash!"

The sound, like the flapping of wings, came from inside the pit, dispersing the thick smoke at the bottom and revealing the scene inside.

A pair of pure red and white wings slowly unfurled, and the golden-haired boy with wings stood up expressionlessly.

Steve gazed at that holy face, that high, straight nose, that perfect cheeks, as handsome as if created by God, every strand of golden hair seemed to shimmer with dazzling light.

Gino flapped his wings, his pure white wings kicking up dust, like a streak of light bursting out of a pit, and the boy floated in mid-air.

Under the pitch-black night sky, it looked around as if an angel had descended.

He took a deep breath, and the pungent smell in the air made Gino frown.

Damn quantum mask, I have no idea where I've lost myself.

"The Singer".

Gino pulled a Cybertronian creation from his energy-formed white robe and asked, "Investigate our location."

A cold female voice responded:

"Based on the energy analysis of the signal here, this planet is located during the period of the Second Industrial Revolution, when telegraph communication was frequent."

"Based on the intercepted telegrams, it can be inferred that we are currently in the midst of World War II."

"I saw it."

Gino stared at the promotional poster in the corner. Uncle Sam was pointing at himself with a serious expression on the poster, which had the tag "We need you" on it.

Just as the boy was about to rush into the White House to obtain the latest intelligence, a timid voice rang out: "Excuse me, sir, are you an angel?"

"An angel?" Gino lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on Steve, who looked shocked.

After a moment's hesitation, the night breeze gently lifted the boy's long hair. He slowly opened his arms and smiled, "No."

"To your time, I am God!"

"A god from beyond the universe!"

(End of this chapter)