Marvel's female superheroine travels through multiple worlds

Both graduated from journalism departments; Christine has a master's degree and can be considered a prodigy.

However, she is not as good as the original owner of this body. Lu Yunmeng obtained a doctorate in journalism at the age of 24, making her a true genius.

Where there are people, there is intrigue and competition, so the relationship between the two is just so-so.

"Yes, I want to tell the world about the terrible situation in the war zone, but unfortunately I haven't been able to do so until now."

Lu Yunmeng raised her eyebrows slightly, reached out and picked up the loose hair on her shoulder, neatly tied it into a simple ponytail, and answered quite naturally.

In fact, the original owner did encounter many setbacks when she was a reporter.

Firstly, it is because of discrimination by some people due to their impure white ancestry.

However, the original owner didn't seem to care at all; people in the Celestial Empire value cultural heritage.

The term "pedigree" is usually used to describe pets, such as a purebred Komodo dragon.

Secondly, terrorists are infiltrating various parts of Afghanistan, and these people generally avoid contact with journalists for fear of getting into trouble.

So when they discovered that this blonde, blue-eyed foreigner had arrived in the area, their first reaction was to be on guard.

When trying to understand the local situation, it's hard to find someone who will tell the truth.

The original owner was in a very bad situation at the time. Despite the many difficulties and dangers, she went to the war zone, only to be rejected and ostracized by the locals.

Some local residents even suggested that they would only reveal the secrets if they slept with her, which is simply outrageous.

Finally, the original owner finally discovered traces of the Ten Rings gang and secretly followed them to take pictures, but was discovered by terrorists and died on the spot. His body was frozen, and they planned to harvest his organs for sale.

If Lu Tie's soul hadn't transmigrated and been reborn, the original owner would likely have died a gruesome death, unknown to anyone.

"Lu, did you acquire your superpowers during the incident in Afghanistan? I don't remember you having anything special before," Christine asked meaningfully.

"You could say that. I died once and came back to life," Lu Yunmeng replied with a smile.

There's nothing shameful about it; it's true that I died and came back to life, but my soul is no longer the same.

As for the source of her superpowers, she didn't need to explain it in detail.

"So, you went deep into the Afghan war zone without the consent of government agencies, which led to your life being in danger? Can I understand it that way?"

"And then after dying once, you gained superpowers. Could you explain the principle behind that in detail?" Christine asked, somewhat leading the question, dissatisfied with her answer.

Tony, standing on the periphery, immediately frowned. This was blatant lying.

Whether in terms of education or the nature of her work, Lu Yunmeng is among the best.

In terms of looks, Tony felt he had never seen anyone more beautiful than her.

Moreover, how many difficulties and dangers are involved in the work of a freelance war correspondent? Is she, an entertainment reporter from a magazine who likes to dig into other people's private lives, qualified to comment on that?

Are you determined to cause trouble?

The idea that the government would agree is even more absurd. He knows the nature of capitalism all too well. If a war correspondent enters a war zone through official channels, the news he reports will naturally be what those in power want the world to see.

What's truly hidden deep inside is a stench so foul it's unbearable to look at.

What do you mean by "it has nothing special about it"?

Bringing up someone else's tragic experiences without any restraint carries a strong element of discrimination.

In his view, Lu's experience could be described as a resurrection or, to put it bluntly, a narrow escape from death.

What's so great about being shot in the head, not dying immediately, and eventually awakening superpowers to save your life?

"Pepper, call the editor-in-chief of Vanity Fair later... what's his name again?"

"Never mind, it's not important. Tell them Stark Industries wants the magazine to explain and apologize for the offensive remarks made by a certain reporter."

“Otherwise, we’ll either fire her or buy the magazine,” Tony said in a low voice, his face grim.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it." Pepper nodded, unusually agreeing to Tony's unreasonable request.

This kind of thing has happened quite often in the past, but it's usually just a joke. But today is different.

Lu Yunmeng is a mutual friend of hers and Tony, and she will not tolerate being bullied.

"By the way, I don't want to see this person at any more Stark Industries press conferences," Tony added expressionlessly.

Pepper understood and quickly entered the information into the important reminders.

She plans to meet with people from the Vanity Fair after the press conference to quickly resolve the issue.

"I think everyone here is my colleague, and they all understand the risks and opportunities that come with being a journalist."

Lu Yunmeng took a breath and explained slowly. Everyone nodded in agreement.

“Sometimes you can’t follow the rules if you want to get important news, and you have to pay a price when necessary, right?” Lu Yunmeng continued to talk.

She calmly and generously spoke about the unwritten rules of the journalism industry, which resonated with many people in the audience.

“Miss Superman, I agree with you. I spent two days squatting in a stinky ditch to get firsthand news,” a male reporter said, expressing empathy.

Recalling the experience of being covered in feces and dirty water, he felt nauseous. Everyone has their share of bitter experiences.

But in the end, he didn't get his wish. The person he wanted to interview didn't even pass by the vicinity. It's heartbreaking.

"Thank you for your recognition. Now let me talk about how I acquired this ability. The answer is, I don't know either."

"The idea of ​​a person dying and coming back to life is inherently difficult to understand. I think this kind of thing should be left to biological genetics researchers to answer, as it would be more professional."

"Aren't you right, Miss Christine?" Lu Yunmeng asked calmly, looking at the somewhat unfamiliar senior in front of her.

How could she explain that her soul traveled through the corpse and the system accessed cosmic rays, causing genetic mutations?

I estimate this place will be surrounded by military and police soon.

“Okay, Lu, although I’m not satisfied with your answer, time is limited, shall we move on to the next question?” Christine nodded perfunctorily, and before Lu Yunmeng could answer, she spoke again:

"Everyone knows that you single-handedly fought against a large number of troops during the recent New York incident," Christine began, laying the groundwork.

"I want to ask, if an ordinary person suddenly gains superpowers, will they abuse those powers?"

"Or, when you were known as Superwoman, did you do anything illegal or disorderly that made people feel panicked?"

Lu Yunmeng's lips curled up slightly. This person had come specifically for her today, and she couldn't understand why he was so inexplicably hostile.

She recalled that she didn't have much interaction with this senior during her university years. Apart from meeting her a few times at debates, they didn't usually keep in touch.

The main purpose of this person asking so many questions seems to be to frame her for illegally exercising power after gaining superpowers.

"No, everything we did was compliant and legal." Lu Yunmeng lied without batting an eye.

"As for whether the public is panicking, I would like to ask everyone here if they have surveyed online support for Supergirl?"

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief. Supergirl's online approval rating was obvious, as high as 89%, and it was completely genuine.

The desire and longing for superheroes, along with the gratitude towards the people she has helped, makes it difficult to find a single flaw in Supergirl across the entire internet.

Even if online trolls post defamatory remarks, the posts will be overwhelmed by the army of supporters within a minute, making no ripples.

Christine pursed her lips, feeling that her junior classmate seemed to have changed.

She had originally intended to create a big news story, but the other party handled it very well, frankly telling her everything, leaving her with no room for criticism.

"Okay, Lu, you seem much more composed than I have for the past few days."

"Did you attend Tony Stark's press conference today because you want to return to your old ways, or do you have some other relationship with Mr. Stark?"

"I noticed you drive a luxury car. Is that related to Mr. Stark?"

"Your relationship hasn't been made public. Can you explain that?" Christine's questions were getting increasingly tricky and disgusting.

“We are good friends, and I came to support him.” Lu Yunmeng remained completely at ease throughout, even making a peace sign in Tony’s direction.

Tony playfully raised his eyebrows and gave a thumbs up, while Pepper covered her mouth and chuckled to herself.

The relationship between the two needs no explanation. It may seem like an employer-employee relationship, but it is no exaggeration to say that they are sworn brothers. It is not up to others to judge.

“Okay, since Lu, you don’t want to explain, let’s end this matter.” A strange light flashed in Christine’s eyes as she casually brushed it off.

"Next, I'm going to say that, as we all know, superpowered individuals possess immense strength and are prone to causing destruction. Even unintentional actions can lead to disaster."

"To avoid social unrest and public discontent, it will be a key issue that needs to be addressed in the future: superheroines will be subject to government oversight."

"My last question is, do you accept government control?" Christine asked with a half-smile.

This is a tricky question; the answer is either yes or no.

They are called superhumans because they possess strength far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Ordinary laws are insufficient to regulate this special group of people. The only way to reassure the public and politicians is to accept supervision.

But this would mean losing all freedom, and even living a worse life than an ordinary person.

“Miss Christine, that’s an interesting question. Haven’t I always been within the scope of the law?” Lu Yunmeng looked at the other woman with surprise, as if she had heard some outrageous statement, and asked in confusion.

If you don't obey the law, then you really can go wherever you want.

Government regulation? Don't be ridiculous. What makes you think you can regulate a monster that flies faster than a rocket and has the strength to topple buildings?

Conversely, if all actions are within the bounds of the law or moral bottom line, then there is no problem, and everyone will turn a blind eye.

Christine was clearly not satisfied and wanted to say something more, but Lu Yunmeng was not going to give her another chance.

This person is here to cause trouble; it's better to shut him up.

"Alright everyone, I'm not the main character today. I'll give an interview when I have the chance in the future."

"Now, let's give a grand welcome to Iron Man, Tony Stark!" Lu Yunmeng winked mischievously, then changed the subject.

Because of his intervention, Tony's press conference was in complete chaos, and he had to forcefully bring it back on track, otherwise his trip would have been in vain.

“I’m not interested in Mr. Stark’s past. I still want to…” Christine interrupted, wanting to continue elaborating on her points.

"Shut up!" Tony glanced at her coldly, then turned to face everyone and opened his arms.

"That's right, I am Iron Man!" The crowd erupted in cheers once again.

Chapter 34 Unfamiliar Message

The S.H.I.E.L.D. Tri-Wing, a building symbolizing global security and order, stands on the New York skyline.

On the top floor of the building, in the director's office, a suffocating and uneasy atmosphere permeated the air.

Nick Fury, holding a satellite phone, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the distant city, his brow furrowed, his heart filled with worry about the future.