New York, State University.
After paying his tuition, John walked into the university, where every student radiated youthful energy, seemingly healing John's dark heart.
John found his classroom and walked in, sitting in the second to last row near the window, propping his chin in his hand, and using his X-ray vision to admire the beautiful scenery.
To those nearby, he appeared to be a handsome, very sunny young man deep in thought, forming a beautiful scene.
Just then, a person who looked like a bookworm sat at the desk next to John, interrupting John, who was admiring the beautiful view.
John reluctantly turned off his X-ray vision and said to the bookworm next to him, "Hello, my name is John, John Starr," extending his hand.
The bookworm next to him paused, as if no one had ever initiative greeted him before, and after confirming John was speaking to him, he said, "I, my name is Peter, Peter Parker." He then shook John's hand.
Peter Parker, Spider-Man? It seems he hasn't gained his superpowers yet, having just started university, but I heard he has a very beautiful aunt.
John pondered to himself and said to Peter, "Peter, you look like a very studious person. I think we'll definitely get along very well." He then patted Peter on the shoulder.
"Alright, John." But Peter didn't want to say much more.
John quietly put his phone down again. He had originally wanted to add him on Skype to get closer, but this guy's guard was too strong. Was I too impatient? But there will always be opportunities in the future.
At this moment, a beautiful blonde girl entered through the door. Peter then got up, greeted the blonde girl, and then went back to reading his book in his seat.
Is that Gwen Stacy? One of Spider-Man's ex-girlfriends. She's indeed good-looking, but not my type. I wonder if Spider-Woman will appear in this World. John considered whether to go up and strike up a conversation.
Just then, a teacher came in, and the other students who were standing around socializing instantly returned to their seats. This made John, who had just been about to get up, sit back down.
This teacher really came at the wrong time. John's expression instantly turned annoyed. This scene was noticed by Peter next to him, who then dismissed it, thinking it didn't matter since they weren't close anyway.
That evening, John felt a surge of annoyance remembering the morning's events. So, John put on his slippers, got out of bed, opened the refrigerator door, glanced inside, and cursed under his breath, a U.S. expletive, "The milk's already gone!" He then put on his clothes, grabbed his phone and wallet, and went out to buy milk.
John inquired at many convenience stores and finally found his favorite brand of milk. After paying, he quickly opened a carton of milk and drank it rapidly.
His expression while drinking the milk startled the Chinese store owner next to him, Mrs. Chen. She watched the young man's enjoying expression as he drank the milk, as if he were an addict, which made her wonder if this brand of milk had anything addictive added to it. Just as Mrs. Chen was about to ask John if he wanted to try a different milk, she saw John quickly walk out of the store.
"Damn it, why can't drinking milk calm the superpower rampage now? Damn Vought Group, do I have to kill two more people to relieve it?" John muttered in a voice only he could hear, and quickly walked into an alley, pulled Batman's mask out of his bag, and swiftly flew to Hell's Kitchen.
(Actually, this isn't a rampage, but an increase in aggression caused by John's lack of love after leaving his family. The protagonist just doesn't know.)
He wanted to relieve the out-of-control superpower through killing.
John, flying rapidly in the sky, smiled and quickly flew towards Brooklyn.
Brooklyn
"Give me your money, quickly!" A Black man with a stocking over his head held a knife and shouted at a beautiful White woman.
Frightened, the White woman knelt on the ground, clutching the Black man's leg and pleading incessantly, "Please, these are for my child's milk powder. Can you leave me just a little, just a little, please?"
But the woman's plea did not move the man. The man's eyes gleamed green when he saw the money. He snatched all the money and ran into the depths of the alley without looking back, leaving the woman sitting on the ground, crying helplessly, because she usually had to work and could only let her family mix milk powder for her child. Now, even the milk powder money was gone. Suddenly, a heavenly sound rang in the woman's ears.
"Hi, madam, are these your money?" John gentleman ly helped the woman up and asked very considerately.
The woman saw her lost money returned and tightly clasped John's hand, saying, "I, I really don't know how to thank you, Mr. Batman. I don't know how I can thank you." She then tried to take out some money to thank John.
"No, this is your child's milk powder money, I can't take it, I really can't take it." John and the woman pushed and pulled.
John found it truly difficult to resist the woman's enthusiasm, and feigned difficulty, saying, "I actually do have something I need your help with. I remember you just had a child, right?" After saying this, he looked at the woman, hesitant to speak further.
Returning home in the early morning, John relaxed and leaned on his bed, thinking to himself, "My way of suppressing Vought's psychological barrier has gone from milk to now killing. I wonder how long killing can suppress the superpower rampage."
Sigh, why do others transmigrate and directly possess someone, while I ended up with Homelander, leading me to perfectly inherit all his flaws?
But I still have to thank Azu, after all, his body is very strong, allowing me to survive in this World. John felt worried about the days ahead when he thought about it.
It seems I need to find time to go to Wakanda. The heart-shaped herb there not only increases physical fitness, but most importantly, it allows one to enter the spiritual World, to see if it can solve the root cause of my transmigration.
Thinking of this, John became excited. He then walked to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of cooled milk, his eyes glowing red. After heating the milk with his Cyclops, he lay back on the bed and drank it.
It's 2008 now, and Iron Man's storyline is coming soon. At that time, I can acquire funds by purchasing Stark Industries stock. Later, after becoming a superhero, assigning superhero missions, hiring extras, and paying for Water armies will all require money.
Robbing gang members like this, if it weren't for being able to calm the superpower rampage by killing, and also getting money, I wouldn't be doing this exhausting overnight job. I really don't know how those superheroes go out every night to fight crime and still manage to be full of vigor.