I, the anti-superman, have hacked into the chat group.

and so…

“I can sell him. Those rich people will definitely be very interested, and our farm’s losses can be made up,” the woman said excitedly.

“I’ll say it again, it’s my farm! But this thing is definitely worth a lot of money.”

Sure enough, Carl thought. In this world, all the good people he knew had turned into bad people, but bad people were not necessarily going to turn into good people. What a terrible world.

If you want to survive well in this world, you have to show your fangs.

Feeling the Kryptonite strengthening him, Karl stood up, his eyes emitting blazing rays that melted the farmer's cleaver.

The farmer fell to the ground screaming and clutching his hand, which was severely burned by the high temperature transmitted from the kitchen knife.

Karl floated up, looking like an infant yet exuding a dangerous aura.

He said in an unquestionable tone, "From now on, you two will be my servants."

The couple was terrified. The alien-themed horror movies they had seen before kept replaying in their minds, and they didn't dare to even think of resisting.

"Yes Yes……"

Carl will stay on the farm for a few years, not too long, but the baby will have many physical problems, and he will leave once the baby is fully developed.

This period of time also gives him a chance to think things through and try to recall all the comic book plots he has read before.

Chapter Two: Disguise

25 years later.

Carl stood atop the tallest building in the metropolis, overlooking the city, which was illuminated by neon lights as if it were daytime.

At the age of 7, he quietly left the farm and ventured into the city called Metropolis.

Years have passed, and the city now belongs to him.

"Now broadcasting the morning news." The anchor's face appeared on a large screen on the street.

"Today marks the 344th consecutive day of economic growth in the Metropolitan Area, and people's lives are getting better and better. In contrast, the Metropolitan Area still maintains one of the lowest crime rates in the world."

"Let us thank Superpower for everything it has given us. We have only lost the sunshine in the sky, but our future is full of light."

A young man lying on the sofa read what the host said and spat angrily.

"They say the crime rate is 0, but Superba is clearly the biggest criminal!"

Upon hearing this, his father immediately covered the young man's mouth.

He lowered his voice and said hoarsely in the young man's ear, "What did you do? They'll hear you!"

The young man realized what he had just said, broke out in a cold sweat, and looked out the window with a wandering gaze. He breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see anyone falling from the sky, and marveled at his good luck that Superba hadn't heard him.

But Carl actually heard it, and if the young man hadn't shown any fear in the end, he really would have gone to find him.

In this city, Karl would not allow anyone to defy him.

It's not that he wants to rule the world like a demon king; it's mainly that external circumstances force him to do so, for two reasons.

First of all, there are many strange superpowered people in this world, and my weaknesses are easy targets, so I need to think of a way to deal with them.

Analyze what you saw in comics in your past life.

Superman and Superpower have almost the same abilities, but in the comics, even a second or third-tier villain with Kryptonite dares to challenge Superman, while Superpower reigns supreme on Earth, clearly showing that Superpower's weaknesses are more obvious.

Why is that? It can only be because Superpower is more ruthless, making others afraid to confront him.

Carl wasn't as evil as the original Superpower, but he didn't want to put himself in danger, so he had to tell the world that he was not to be trifled with.

He knew that once he threw a punch, he would be spared a hundred. His hands were no longer clean.

Another reason is related to the chat group system; to study this thing, he needs to have certain resources.

Chat groups can connect different dimensions, but Carl wants to leave this world for some reason.

Today marks the 25th year since Karl was reincarnated into this world, and it's also the day the chat group system was launched. He silently waits for the system to complete its final countdown.

With a few minutes to spare, Carl took a trip to space to adjust the moon's orbit.

Several years ago, in order to solve the sunlight problem and demonstrate his power, Carl imitated the actions in the comics and dragged the moon off its orbit, blocking the sunlight that should have been shining on Metropolis. Since then, Metropolis has been shrouded in darkness.

At the same time, since celestial bodies move, Karl needs to adjust the moon's orbit from time to time.

After he actually gained superpowers, he discovered that sunlight was not as difficult to overcome as he had imagined. In addition to using the moon to block the sun, Carl also created a force field generator that could block sunlight, which he installed in his belt.

In other words, he could actually walk in the sun, but he never gave up using the moon because, in addition to blocking sunlight, the moon is also a very good deterrent.

By the time Carl finished adjusting the lunar orbit and returned to his building, the chat group had basically finished loading.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6...

[A Kryptonian orphan has joined the chat group.]

As the countdown ended, a simple chat panel appeared in his mind, similar in style to ordinary chat software, and a message popped up indicating that he had joined.

Is this the dimensional chat group that allows people to chat across worlds? It looks rather rudimentary, and they even gave it a nickname without my permission. How inhumane, Karl thought.

Before he could continue his research, new information appeared on the forum.

[Deadpool]: Oh, it's a newcomer. It's been a long time since I've seen a newcomer. Hello, I'm Deadpool. Are you a little out of sorts since you're new here? Would you like Uncle Deadpool to introduce you?

A member of the group sent a message, which also revealed his profile picture, a chibi-style headshot of him wearing a red hood.

Carl knew this person; he was an anti-hero character in Marvel, a chatterbox.

Before Carl could respond, the other person started talking again.

[Deadpool]: Whoever you are, let me first introduce you to the most amazing feature of this group, which is the offline meeting function. That's right, it allows us to meet in the real world.

[Deadpool]: Everyone has a party ticket given by the system, which can be used to invite others to your world, or enter other people's worlds after obtaining their consent. How about that? Isn't it exciting? The bizarre and wonderful life in another world is definitely very interesting. You must be tempted, right?

[Deadpool]: Now, I have some good news for you. If you want to come and see my world, Uncle Deadpool will take you at his own expense. It's a rare opportunity, a fresh newcomer, what are you waiting for!

The other person typed out a long message in one breath, seemingly very eager to invite Karl to his world; their enthusiasm was almost abnormal.

However, Karl did have the idea of ​​going to other worlds, and since he was skilled and daring, he immediately agreed.

Just then, another member popped up in the group; judging from the profile picture, it was a blue-haired woman with horns.

[It's a Qilin, not a Coconut Sheep]: "You idiot, you're lying to newbies again. Change your nickname and avatar back right now."

As soon as she appeared, she started scolding Deadpool, which doesn't seem to be the first time.

[Deadpool]: "Ugh, how come you had to see this? What bad luck! Is God just going to keep me from having a bite to eat?!"

Deadpool complained a little, but did as he was told.

[Deadpool changed his nickname to 'Dead Head']

As the system notification appeared, Deadpool's nickname changed, and his avatar also changed to a head wearing a tattered mask, with everything below the head disappearing.

Goodness, it really is a head.

[It's a Qilin, not a Coconut Sheep]: "@Krypton Orphan, newbies, don't be fooled by him. This guy is a zombie, and he only has a head left. He wants you to go to his world so he can eat people!"

Carl understood. This guy was a zombie version of Deadpool, and his universe must be a zombie universe. It was dangerous and offered no benefits, so he was glad he didn't go.

[Kryptonian Orphan]: "I see, thank you for reminding me."

Carl sent his first message and saw his own profile picture at the same time.

His profile picture is also a chibi-style close-up of himself, which, like his nickname, seems to be the system default.

As more people started talking, the group gradually became more lively, with members joining in one after another.

[Time Elf]: "Forget about that head, isn't the newbie going to introduce himself?"

[Dead Head]: "I recognize this guy. I was too hungry to look closely. Isn't this Superman from the comic book next door? @Krypton Orphan, hello, I'm from Marvel. You might not know me, but I really like your movies, especially the part where you get beaten up by Batman. You know what? My mom's name is also Martha, hahaha, just kidding."

Deadpool, the chatterbox, is stealing the show again. Even with just one head, he keeps talking. Luckily, this is a chat group, so there's a way to control him.

A poll is opened, and the muting effect is activated when more than half of the voters agree, which is three.

['Dead Head' has been muted for five minutes.]

There are no administrators or group owners in the group, but you can vote to ban someone.

[Time Spirit]: "Never mind him. Deadhead is always crazy. Sometimes he thinks he lives in a comic book world, and sometimes he's normal. You think he knows you well, but if you ask him anything seriously, you won't get any answers."

[Kryptonian Orphan]: "But some of what he said is true. By the way, could I change this nickname? It always reminds me of bad memories."

The group members said they didn't care and could change it if they wanted. The dead head nickname was an exception, and they wouldn't want to have an orphan nickname if they were in that situation.

['Kryptonian Orphan' changed his nickname to 'Superman']

Chapter Three: The Spider's Plea for Help

Carl changed his nickname; that's right, he planned to impersonate the real Superman.

Carl analyzed it and concluded that the voting and muting function showed that people with good interpersonal skills could do better in the group, and that a kind-hearted Superman was definitely more popular than a villainous Superman.

Moreover, if he wants to enter the world of other group members, being a good person becomes even more important.

Fortunately, the profile picture only showed the area above his neck, so the U-shaped symbol on his chest was not visible, allowing his disguise to proceed.

【Time Elf】: Tell me about yourself. Judging from your nickname, are you an alien? Oh, I mean from outside Earth. Half of the people in the group are from different Earths.

[Superman]: Yes, I am the sole survivor of our planet, but I also live on Earth for the time being.

【Time Elf】: Wow, they really are aliens. Our group really has all sorts of races: aliens, zombies, elves, half-immortals, monsters, and ordinary humans who aren't particularly special.

[A doctor who doesn't slack off]: I'm just an ordinary person, I'm really sorry.

The only human appeared, but Karl said he would have believed it if he hadn't played FGO in his previous life.

Carl scrolled through the group member list and found that there were only 6 people in total, including himself. It was a small group, and all of them were people he knew from his previous life.

A zombie version of Deadpool, from the Marvel Zombies universe.

Gan Yu, a workaholic and half-immortal, comes from the game 'Genshin Impact'.

Kurumi Tokisaki, a supporting character whose popularity surpasses that of the main character, comes from the harem anime 'Date A Live'.

The doctor, Romani Archman, is a powerful figure who has relinquished his power, from the game 'Fate/Grand Order'.

They were all acquaintances.