After taking a commemorative photo with Carl, Cheon Song-yi grew even more excited when Carl said she could upload it online.
Meanwhile, Do Min-jun, standing off to the side, felt a little sour.
Was there really any need to get so worked up over a few pictures?
Just then, Carl suddenly said:
『Carl』: I'd like to take a couple more photos too.
『Carl』: Do Min-jun, would you like to join us?
『Do Min-jun』: Huh?
Caught off guard, Do Min-jun blinked in surprise, but quickly agreed.
『Do Min-jun』: Sure… why not.
After all, this was Mr. Superman from the comics—someone who had even saved his life.
Taking a few pictures together was hardly a problem. Whatever unpleasant thoughts he had moments ago were quickly tossed aside.
Fine, fine, this is great after all.
…
The three of them snapped several photos together. Carl then shared a copy with Do Min-jun.
『Carl』: Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll be heading off.
『Do Min-jun』: Okay, goodbye.
Cheon Song-yi gave a polite bow as well.
『Cheon Song-yi』: Goodbye, Mr. Superman.
Carl nodded to the two of them.
『Carl』: Goodbye.
In the next instant, his figure vanished completely.
『Cheon Song-yi』: Wah! He really disappeared!
Song-yi stared wide-eyed at the empty space, utterly astonished.
She was, after all, just an ordinary person.
Though she had seen news reports about Carl, this was the very first time she had witnessed, with her own eyes, something so beyond the realm of common sense. Naturally, she was ecstatic.
Clutching Do Min-jun's arm, she exclaimed over and over:
『Cheon Song-yi』: Do Min-jun, did you see that?
『Cheon Song-yi』: Mr. Superman really left just like that!
『Cheon Song-yi』: Wow, that's incredible!
Do Min-jun gave her a helpless look.
『Do Min-jun』: Mm, mm, I saw it.
Inside, though, he was thinking—I can almost do that too.
『Cheon Song-yi』: Oh, right!
Her eyes suddenly lit up with curiosity.
『Cheon Song-yi』: Why was Mr. Superman in your house? Do you know him?
『Do Min-jun』: Uh…
Not expecting the question, Do Min-jun hesitated, then gave a guilty nod.
『Do Min-jun』: Yes, I know Mr. Superman.
He had no intention of telling her about his accident, so this vague answer would have to do. Since Superman himself hadn't denied it, there should be no problem.
Still… what did Carl mean earlier about "trouble"?
Trouble?
As an alien who had lived on Earth for centuries, Do Min-jun possessed both tremendous power and unimaginable wealth. He truly had no idea what kind of "trouble" Carl could be referring to.
Strange… I don't have any real problems.
His gaze unconsciously drifted toward Cheon Song-yi.
In that moment, he suddenly understood.
The trouble Carl mentioned—wasn't it Lee Jae-kyung?
That dangerous man.
Because of the USB incident, Lee not only wanted to kill him but had even threatened to kill Song-yi.
Do Min-jun himself felt no fear. But when it came to Cheon Song-yi, he couldn't help but worry.
And the cruelest part? His powers could never be used to kill. If he did, his own life would end as well.
Thus, dealing with Lee Jae-kyung was his greatest headache. Even now, he still hadn't figured out a solution.
Could it be that the "trouble" Carl spoke of was indeed Lee Jae-kyung?
Then… what happened to him?
Had Carl warned him?
Unlikely.
Knowing Lee's twisted personality, even if he learned someone had teleportation powers, he would still press on with his schemes. Even if threatened, he wouldn't yield.
So then… could it be that Carl killed him?
The more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.
He couldn't be certain, of course. Maybe Carl hadn't even been referring to that at all.
But to be honest, Do Min-jun rather hoped Carl had killed Lee Jae-kyung.
That pervert had gone too far—not only killing others but also targeting both him and Song-yi.
Yet, Min-jun himself had no way to end the man's life.
If Carl had taken care of him… that would really solve a lot of problems.
『Cheon Song-yi』: Hey? Do Min-jun?
A tug on his sleeve snapped him out of his thoughts.
『Do Min-jun』: Hm?
Turning, he met Song-yi's worried gaze.
『Cheon Song-yi』: What's wrong? You okay?
『Do Min-jun』: Ah… I'm fine.
『Cheon Song-yi』: Oh, good.
She nodded, then pressed on with curiosity.
『Cheon Song-yi』: Earlier I asked you—how did you come to know Mr. Superman?
『Cheon Song-yi』: I never imagined you'd be acquainted with him!
『Cheon Song-yi』: Was it one of those moments where he suddenly descended from the sky to save you?
『Do Min-jun』: …
Thinking for a second, Min-jun decided to go along with her story.
『Do Min-jun』: Yes, that's right.
『Do Min-jun』: I was outside when some thugs attacked me, and Mr. Superman descended from the sky…
At first, he was just making it up to match her imagination. But as the words left his lips, his expression suddenly grew complicated.
Because… that was exactly what had happened.
His wounds—weren't they healed by Superman himself?
Otherwise, why would Carl have come to his home?
Of course—it had been to save him.
Mr. Superman really is a good man.
Do Min-jun thought with quiet gratitude.
…
After leaving Do Min-jun's place, Carl returned to his hotel—The April Hotel, a famous luxury chain he had heard of even in his previous life.
His suite cost over two thousand dollars a night. The most expensive room in the hotel went for over ten thousand a night, but Carl hadn't chosen that one; it felt like paying an "IQ tax."
Back at the hotel, Carl first checked in at the New York branch, then returned to his suite and opened a bottle of fine wine worth more than three thousand dollars.
After finishing the bottle, he rested.
…
The next morning, Carl woke early.
After enjoying the hotel's buffet breakfast, he returned to his room to wash up.
While washing, his phone rang.
Glancing at the screen, he saw it was Zhang Manyue.
『Carl』: Hello? What's up?
『Zhang Manyue』: Oppa, good morning~
『Carl』: Morning.
『Zhang Manyue』: I have a shoot later. Do you want to come?
『Carl』: Sure, I don't really have anything else to do.
『Zhang Manyue』: Great! Then I'll come pick you up after I wash and eat.
『Carl』: Alright.
…
After chatting a while longer, they hung up. Carl finished washing and waited.
About twenty minutes later, his phone rang again.
It was Man-wol, letting him know her van was already parked outside the hotel.
Carl headed out, climbed aboard, and together they set off for the filming site.
That day, Zhang Manyue was once again working on her drama shoot.
End of chapter...
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