He closed his eyes, then opened them.
Lin Mu, a college student from the 21st century, had transmigrated to the Marvel Universe.
And inside his body, there was now another person's consciousness.
A dark Superman who saw human lives as utterly insignificant.
That person told him his name was:
Homelander.
A young man with a heart full of justice.
A madman who killed without batting an eye.
Two souls, one body.
From refusing to yield to standing side by side.
From mutual loathing to subtle influence.
“I’ll teach you how to become a true hero, John.”
Many years later, the once bloodthirsty man whispered in his mind:
“No, my friend.”
“You’re the real hero.”
I have read half of it, dozens of chapters, and I don't feel that there is anything interesting about it. I always believe that the meaning of a hero should be a hero, not some superficial skills. Human beings have loved heroes since ancient times, those who protect their families and countries, uphold justice, and have good thoughts. I like heroes not because they are heroes, but because they dare to stand up against injustice, dare to speak out for the weak, and perpetuate good thoughts. That's why I like them. No matter when, there will be heroes. Even if they have no power, they will stand up to protect others because of their kindness. There are many, many people. So protagonist, if you persist in this kind of kindness, it will be more precious than any other strength.
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It's quite beautiful, good luck to the author!