After Death, I Became a Superhuman

"The biggest success in the past three years."

The captain of the Public Security Bureau came to Jiang Bei's side and smiled.

"Thanks to you. Damn, these bastards really surprised us. God knows where they got such powerful equipment. Of course, for you, it's probably no different from a bubble gun, hahaha."

He took out a cigarette and a lighter from his jacket pocket, leisurely lit one, and then gestured to Jiang Bei, "Want one?"

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"No, I'm good." Jiang Bei declined.

The captain took a puff himself, blew out a transparent smoke ring, and showed a satisfied expression.

"I hope you don't mind, but this is the only chance I have to enjoy myself. When I go back, my daughter will scold me. She has been telling me to quit smoking. She's already bossing her dad around since she started college. Isn't that something? Haha."

At this time, Li Zheng, the cripple with handcuffs, passed by the two. Two special forces soldiers pointed their guns at him and escorted him and his entourage of captured little brothers towards the transport truck.

Li Zheng stopped and squinted at Jiang Bei.

"You must be feeling proud of yourself for doing a good deed, right?" he sneered. "Well, you're right. People like you, who fly high in the sky and look down on us, are nothing more than insignificant ants to you.

Yes, you fight crime and catch us, you're impressive. The news will praise your achievements like crazy. After all, someone like you is worth writing a whole book about just for saving a cat from a tree.

Then you fly away gracefully, and who cares about the rest of us? Who can save us from the quagmire of life?"

"Alright, let's go."

The gun was pointed at him.

Li Zheng limped forward reluctantly. But when he reached the car, he stretched his neck and said to Jiang Bei, "You won't understand. This town, the people living here. We have no choice. Because this is Black Cape Town, this town chose us to become what we are. You won't understand!"

The car door closed, and the drug lord, along with the transport truck, went away.

"Don't mind him." The captain said to Jiang Bei, "Just an angry and powerless beast."

Jiang Bei didn't care.

Perhaps Li Zheng was right, perhaps what he said was true. But if he expected this to put moral pressure on Jiang Bei, then it was just ridiculous.

After all, Jiang Bei's essence was just to earn treasury value, extend his life, and level up to become stronger. As for improving people's livelihoods or anything like that, if he could do better, great. If not, there was no need to force it.

He knew very well that he was not a real god, nor did he have the compassionate heart of a true superhuman. Saving one person with superpowers was one thing, but it was impossible for him to shoulder the responsibility of the world's economy, politics, livelihood, and technology in every field.

Seeing that the incident was coming to an end and there would be no more waves, Jiang Bei was ready to leave.

But he noticed a person in a black cloak pushing through the crowd from the side and heading towards him.

Then the person bowed.

Jiang Bei: "?"

"Oh, great god of superhumans!" The person bowed with extreme piety, even knocking his head on the concrete, making a sound. "Please save your devout followers!"

Jiang Bei: "???"

In his confusion, he realized that he was not the only one.

More people dressed in similar uniforms and attire emerged from nowhere and surrounded him from all directions, as if on a pilgrimage.

They all knelt down.

"Save us."

"God of superhumans."

"Almighty god."

Jiang Bei: "."

Did he stumble upon a cult that believed in him?

In fact, he knew that many regions had spawned similar cult groups, but he had only heard about them on the internet and had never seen them in person.

Upon careful consideration, it made sense. Religious worship was an instinctive need for many people. Even if someone didn't truly believe deep down, they would still find psychological solace in it.

Even if the object of worship was a fictional existence.

And now, they had a real, non-fictional object. A being that was omnipotent, performing miracles everywhere, a divine being walking among humans, and actually responding to prayers, active amidst various natural and man-made disasters.

It would be strange if such beliefs and activities did not emerge in this situation.

Jiang Bei lightly avoided the direction where they were kneeling. "Stop bowing. I'm not a god, just passing by."

Before he could finish his sentence, to his surprise, not only did he fail to dissuade these people dressed as believers, but even the onlookers who had been watching from a distance were caught up in the rhythm and rushed forward.

"Superman! I need help!"

"I need it too!"

"I lost my job, and I have a child."

"My father is in the hospital. The doctor said he won't make it through this week. Please."

"I've tried, but I really can't hold on any longer. Please."

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The security captain led his team forward to control the situation: "Keep your distance. This is still a crime scene. Your actions are obstructing official duties."

He turned to Jiang Bei with an apologetic expression: "I'm sorry, this godforsaken place is like this. Everyone stays at home all day praying for a savior to descend from the heavens."

"It's fine."

Jiang Bei waved his hand.

He slowly ascended into the sky amidst the crowd, disappearing like a red flag gradually receding among countless longing gazes and outstretched arms.

A figure sat at the window of a messy residential room, watching the departing red cape, and chuckled lightly.

"They seem to think the red cape is the savior of this town. Isn't that ridiculous?"

In the pitch-black apartment, no lights were on. A faint musty smell permeated the long-uncleaned room, and the furniture and decorations were so old they were moldy.

The paint on the walls was peeling off, revealing black bricks. Takeaway bags and unattended clothes made the floor look like a garbage dump.

"In my opinion, they haven't recognized the reality of this town. There is no savior here, not even redemption. Superhuman and those black-hearted guys who claim to be charitable are essentially the same, just more hypocritical with a red cape.

In the end, people have to rely on themselves. If you don't seize, others will. If you don't plunder, you'll be trampled underfoot, that's all there is to it.

Oh right, you should understand this best, no need for me to blabber."

He squinted at the side.

It turned out there was a person lying on the messy bed.

A person who looked shriveled, as if almost drained, with eyes bulging out in horror, filled with bloodshot veins.

The man opened his mouth, making a vague sound. It seemed that just doing so drained him of his last strength.

"Please."

The figure looked at this shriveled man, ignoring his pain, and grinned: "Don't you agree, father?"

(End of the chapter)