[Western Crossover] I Am Clark

Something happened to me.

I died.

I transmigrated.

I became Clark Kent.

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That name didn't mean much to me, since I hadn't watched any superhero movies or read any comics, so...

When I saw reports about mutants, I knew I'd transmigrated into a world full of people with all kinds of strange abilities.

So when I discovered I had all kinds of strange abilities myself, I thought I was a mutant.

After I accepted that, my parents told me I wasn't even human.

Turns out I was an alien.

Fine, an alien it is. I inherited an alien spaceship, and gradually came to terms with the facts.

(Of course, I have to point out that getting stronger from sunbathing? If I hadn't known I was an alien, I'd have thought I was a solar panel!)

But just as I finally decided to become an equally abnormal vigilante in this not-so-normal world...

What the hell is this costume?

Don't think I haven't seen Superman's outfit just because I don't watch superhero movies or read comics!

I had my suspicions that this was a comic-book universe, but...

Who would have thought that the gossip would end up being about me!

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P.S. 1. Bad writing, no outline, no backlog of chapters.

2. Updates whenever I feel like it. (I'm not writing this for now. I'll think about it after I finish my previous novel.)

3. The protagonist is not Superman himself, so don't judge him as if he's exactly like Superman.

4. First and third person. (Trying something new.)

Theme: How a superhero is made.