Chapter 50: Chapter 50 The New Era
A week after the Great War in New York.
One-third of the city collapsed in the fierce battle between Jay and Mungo, and the smoke filled the entire city. This time, even if Mungo was still in power, it was impossible to cover it up. The express report of the war passed through the high-speed channel of network fiber Fly to every corner of the earth in just one day.
Everyone knows it.
But that's just the appetizer before the real bombshell falls when people are too busy with the shock of the six-year-old Superman reappearing and tearing down half of the cosmopolitan city with unabated power. Horrifying news. It exploded like an atomic bomb in the press. According to verifiable content provided by anonymous sources, the world government was secretly ruled by an alien tyrant for five years. During this period, all laws and decisions made by the government were based on this alien's wishes. Ongoing.
And the anonymous person provided a lot of verifiable evidence at the same time, including data records, video information, and written records, almost everything, and incidentally revealed the government secretly conducted resources and even the population of the planet called War World within a few years. They were smuggling shady. The people's anger worldwide was turned into a weapon of public opinion to denounce the federal government. Now that the tyrant Mungo has been defeated, the world federal government will disintegrate without any suspense within a week.
In an instant, human society went back to its original point. Countries bound together by a unified government re-disintegrated, restoring their respective powers in the shortest possible time. Of course, more than half of the nations will once again face various conflicts over power struggles. The disappearance of the unified regime has made countless initially hostile countries restore the tense relationship. There was a strong smell of gunpowder all over again.
Humans have always been like this - fighting endlessly. As soon as the external checks and balances disappeared, they were unwilling to maintain that false peace for even half a second. My people compete with their people for power and profits, and at the same time, they compete with their neighbors for resources and land. In a way, maybe Mungo did a good job, at least the five-year peace of the scarred blue planet under the rule of his puppet government.
And beyond that, the most significant change is that Superman is back on the front page of the Daily Planet. Superman revealed the hidden truth behind the world government and personally took down the ruler Mungo, which became the subject of the world's media for a while. "He is back - the savior has never left us," the bold headline was printed on the Daily Planet's front page, telling everyone loudly and silently.
A week after the war, Star Six, in the central plaza of the Metropolitan City.
This is probably the most significant gathering in the Metropolis in recent years. Nearly half of the city's citizens gathered here, and the crowds flooded several blocks. Even the hottest celebrity concerts could never reach such a scale. The red and blue balloons almost obscured the sky, and nearly everyone had an "S" sign, telling the only theme of today's gathering.
Superman, the one who was the city's hope and pride, is back.
A circle of gates surrounded the stage erected in the center, and the hostess gave genera significance on the stage, igniting the passion of the citizens at the scene with a touching speech. In the end, she pinpointed the moment when people's emotions rose to a high point and took the lead in shouting the name "Superman" loudly. This voice spread ten to a hundred like a fire burning a company and finally gathered in a few streets into a thunderous thunder, calling the name loudly and unanimously.
And the savior they are calling for is now nervously caught in the crowd of excited people, like a grain of sand thrown into the beach that is difficult to find.
Mr. Reynolds smiled, patted Jay on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear against the fierce shouts of the crowd, "Come on, son, they're calling you."
Jay looked at this almost earth-shattering movement, and his heart was empty. It seems funny, but he has never spoken publicly in a scene of this scale. The closest location he has faced before was a graduation speech as a student representative in high school, which is entirely different from today's situation.
He had prepared in advance, and Mr. Reynolds even used his journalistic talents to write a speech for his son, telling him to memorize it when he took the stage. But now he's changed his mind a bit.
"Well...I think maybe I don't need to go up." Jay backed off, "Look; not all superheroes have to deal with cameras and spotlights. Look, Batman never does. Talk to the camera."
"Silly boy," laughed Mrs. Reynolds, "you know it's different."
"Yeah, I know."
Jay sighed, finally letting go of escaping on the deathbed. And he knew it might be the start of a series of similar things, and he had better get used to it sooner rather than later.
After the cheers in the square lasted more than three minutes, the heroes called by the crowd finally arrived late. The arrival of the figure with the red cloak flying behind him pushed the already hot atmosphere higher, and the sound was earth-shattering.
The host is a girl with short blond hair who looks very attractive. When Jay gently landed in front of her, the girl couldn't help but feel at a loss. She tried to say hello but was so nervous that she couldn't remember her name.
Strangely, the shouts of the excited people two seconds ago were still loud, but when their "Superman" stood in front of the stage and was about to speak, they silently fell silent one after another, neatly arranged. As if it had been rehearsed in advance, Jay couldn't help but wonder if the actor under the stage was an actor specially invited to cheer him on.
He counted it silently in his heart at a super speed. About 5,000 pairs of eyes were in the square focusing on him, not counting the people too far from the court to see the stage. He took a deep breath, and he couldn't help but be thankful that the memory capacity of the super brain prevented him from forgetting his words because he was too nervous. Next, he just had to follow the speech written by Mr. Reynolds as eloquently as possible. Just back it out.
He pondered for a moment, then spoke louder than a microphone: "Citizens of the Metropolis, first of all, I have to thank you all for your support and enthusiasm; it always motivates me to do the right thing, thanks."
He paused here. If he continues to memorize according to the speech, he should make empty statements, firm up his position, and say some scenes with little practical nutrition but very practical. But when he glanced at the sharp and agile eyes of everyone present and the expectation and trust in each of them, he hesitated.
Jay pondered for a few seconds before deciding that he would get rid of his speech. He raised his head, looked everyone through his pale gold goggles, and then said, "I never had a chance to clarify this before, but I think I need to explain...that's me, Not Superman, at least not the one. You know."
A commotion began in the quiet square, and the news soon caused a slight reaction from the crowd. Jay continued, "But as you can see, I'm a Kryptonian just like him. I've inherited his cloak and hope to inherit what he fought for. If you've heard what I'm going to say next, you're still willing to take my word for it; I'd be happy to fill his vacancy."
The voices in the square gradually calmed down, and everyone pricked their ears, waiting for him to continue speaking.
"As we all know, the world has just gone through a long dark time, quite a long time," Jay said, "but as the old saying goes, no matter how dark, there will be dawn. And the darkness itself is not terrible; it is awful that we have lost the belief that the light will come.
This is precisely what has happened over the past few years. All of us - ordinary people and former heroes alike - forgot this critical part at one point; we blinded ourselves and let the darkness grow in the corners we couldn't see, finally leaving the invaders to take advantage of the chance. I'm also responsible for this part. Before, my narrow eyes kept me hiding in the dark, just like everyone else. "
He raised his voice and roared: "Superman was the brightest beacon in the world, pointing us in the direction of hope for years, and after his death, we seem to have forgotten even what he left us. But not in the future. Maybe I can't do it completely his way, but I will try to make a difference in my way. We must get back on our feet, regain our forgotten hope, and take our hands-on My destiny, head high into the future daily. Today I am here, as a member of the earth and as a Kryptonian who wants to inherit the superhuman spirit; I solemnly appeal to everyone who hears this message Heroes, it's time to stand up; it's time to step out of the dark again. They say the era of heroes is over, and it is. But a new era is about to begin, and it needs you, me, the rest of us, everyone."
After saying this in one breath, Jay couldn't help but feel relieved, and his heart seemed relieved. He could hardly believe that he had said so much on the spot, but every sentence came from the bottom of his heart. He saw Mr. Reynolds take the lead in the crowd shouting "yes" and then clapped the first slap, which ignited another wave of cheers.
The beautiful short-haired host seems to have finally adjusted back to normal at this time, and she said to Jay: "Thank you, very wonderful speech, super... uh... sorry, what should I do? call you?"
"what?"
"Because...you said you weren't Superman, did you? Then what should I call you?"
Jay scratched his head: "Okay, let me think about it..."
So the next day's Planetary Daily had the following headlines:
——"Superman-Neo responded to the crowd's voice and appeared in Metropolis Plaza!"
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