My Marvel Superman Girlfriend.

Xi Nian said to the gothic woman walking beside him, "Back then, I was just an ordinary human who had never seen aliens, magic, or witchcraft, and had no supernatural abilities. I was only thinking about getting into a good university so I could support my aunt in the future."

He sighed, "I never expected so many things to happen later; it's like a dream."

The gothic woman nodded slightly: "Even in the multiverse, very few people have had such a unique experience as you."

"I feel like I'm the luckiest person in the multiverse," hope Nian said with a smile, shaking the hand he was holding.

"Hmm." The gothic woman glanced at him, neither confirming nor denying it.

hope Nian was delighted.

He was undoubtedly the luckiest person in the multiverse. After all, who else but him could have a real date with death?

“Come in a little more,” the gothic woman suddenly gestured with the parasol in her hand.

hope Nian couldn't help but move closer to the other person, their shoulders almost touching.

……

Washington High School, on the open-air playground.

"Professor Rot Harrington, could you tell us another story about Gwen Stacy?"

"Yes, yes, I heard that Ms. Gwen, the current general manager of Future Era Corporation, used to attend our high school!"

A group of high school students were excitedly whispering to each other in the snow.

The instructor, Roth, with his graying temples and muscular physique, coughed and said, "Gwen's achievements are indeed impressive. But if you ask me, there's another student whose achievements are far more remarkable."

"Who?"

The high school students were stunned. Who among those who had attended this school had achieved more than the chief manager of Future Era Company?

Instructor Roth gave a mysterious chuckle and offered no response.

But at this moment...

Instructor Roth stared blankly out of the campus.

The high school students looked back and only saw the silhouettes of a man and a woman walking by with a black umbrella before they disappeared into the distance.

"Instructor, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I mistook you for someone else."

Instructor Roth looked away and grinned.

……

A day can be very long, yet it can also be very short.

Xinian, carrying death with him, explored the places he had once lived, tasted the foods he found delicious, and even went to the movies and danced with death in his heart...

As they left the nightclub, Death said softly, "Just doing mundane, uneventful things all the time?"

hope Nian countered with a question: "Sister, do you hate this?"

The gothic woman shook her head: "Instead of disliking it, I find it very interesting and want to... continue like this."

hope Nian winked at her and said, "This is what dating is. Two people together, doing what they love."

The gothic woman fell silent, then smiled knowingly.

"So this is what dating is like."

……

After night.

After finishing their dinner, Xinian and Death came out of the restaurant, where the streetlights were already on.

Death suddenly stopped and looked toward a spot on the pedestrian street.

Xinian looked over in surprise and found a claw machine in the corner of the commercial street.

"Sister, you don't want to play that, do you?" Xinian found it unbelievable.

"Is that not allowed?" The gothic woman glanced at him calmly.

"It's not that it's impossible. It's just that I think it's a bit novel for you to like this."

hope Nian suppressed a laugh and stepped forward, carrying the burden of death with him.

Approaching.

Xinian then discovered that the plush toys inside the claw machine were all bear-shaped.

Death stared at the teddy bear, lost in thought.

"Let's play a game."

Xinian immediately took out his wallet and dropped in a few coins.

He used his spider-sense to enhance his perception and used emotional control to maintain absolute rationality, then began to manipulate the remote control of the claw machine.

Death opened her beautiful, dark eyes wide, watching the moving mechanical grappling hook with a hint of anticipation.

Xinian pressed the button, and the mechanical grappling hook naturally and perfectly caught the teddy bear, only to fail just as naturally.

"Yes, that's how claw machines work."

Under the watchful gaze of Death Sister, hope Nian's eyes twitched, looking somewhat embarrassed: "Sister, why don't you give it a try?"

The gothic woman hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to try operating the joystick.

The mechanical grappling hook caught the doll perfectly again, and then the doll fell off the grappling hook.

Failed again.

hope Nian and Death stood silently in front of the claw machine in the cold wind of the light snow.

The two, who were almost omnipotent, were both defeated by this claw machine.

"Again!" hope Nian gritted his teeth and pulled out a wad of US dollars.

Ten minutes later.

"Wow!"

A group of children stood around a claw machine, dumbfounded.

visible.

The black-haired youth, carrying dozens of teddy bears, had spent an unknown amount of money, almost emptying the claw machine completely.

really.

Superpowers may sometimes fail, but the power of money is always reliable!

The gothic woman smiled and took a teddy bear from his arms, saying, "Give the rest to these children."

"I'll listen to you."

With a triumphant air, Xinian readily agreed, and the children surrounding the two cheered wildly.

……

The night grew deeper.

Inside Washington Park.

Seeing the gothic woman clutching the teddy bear tightly in her arms, hope Nian couldn't help but laugh: "Does she like it that much?"

"Yes, I like it very much, I like it very, very much."

The gothic woman nodded seriously, hugged the teddy bear even tighter, and looked up at Xinian.

Xinian's heart pounded.

He discovered that he had genuinely fallen for the gothic women of the moment.

I've come to love death—a death that is both warm and cold, elegant and casual, mysterious and moving.

The gothic woman, clutching her new teddy bear, suddenly quickened her pace and jogged forward, stopping near the park fountain. Her black gothic dress swayed gently as she turned and met Xinian's gaze.

"Thank you for the date. I will always remember this day, and I have fully appreciated the price you paid."

"Sister, you..."

When hope Nian saw his sister against the backdrop of the night, the feeling he had before in Gotham—that he would never see her again—was flooding back.

"And I will pay the price for this."

The gothic woman spoke inexplicably, yet her face was beaming with smiles. She gracefully walked forward, and as the fountain behind her erupted, she threw herself into Xinian's arms.

Death tiptoed slightly, offering its dark red lips in the night.

As hope Nian pressed himself against the body of the dead, he could feel the other's equally rapid heartbeat, and unconsciously lowered his head.

They could feel each other's breaths, just before they were about to touch.

puff!

The sound of something being pierced was clearly heard.

hope Nian opened his eyes in a daze and saw a gothic woman who looked exactly like the personification of death, standing calmly behind it.

A gothic woman dressed in a tank top and jeans held a dark chain in her hand, piercing the back of the death in Xinian's arms and lifting her body, which was dressed in a black dress.

Chapter 490, You Are Favored by Death

Under the cover of darkness, on the snow-covered ground.

The intangible black chain is like a concrete manifestation of a concept. The black chain pierces through the gothic woman wearing a black dress, bursting out from the front of her beautiful and graceful body, and tearing through the teddy bear she is holding.

hope Nian opened his eyes wide and saw another gothic woman who looked exactly like his deceased sister. She was wearing the tank top and jeans she had worn when he first met his sister and was calmly pulling the black chain back from her hand little by little.

The second gothic woman who appeared was almost identical to the first dead sister, except for her clothing and her eyes.

That look was the same look Xinian had seen when he first met his sister—gentle and calm, treating all things and all living beings equally, casting a calm gaze as an observer of the day when living beings die.

A gaze devoid of any personal emotion.

She is death, and nothing more than death.

Instead of feeling anticipation upon seeing a teddy bear, not wanting to go on a date and meet him, not treating his uniquely deceased sister.