Pain.A splitting headache.
His chest tightened, blood seemed to sink, and his whole body felt unbearably cold.
This was Zhang Tong's first sensation as he woke from unconsciousness.
After a few seconds, he managed to move his eyes, forcing himself to take in his surroundings.
All around him was desolate night.
Thick forests formed a jagged triangle, stretching endlessly outward. Not far away, a raging fire crackled and popped.
Black night, crimson flames, and the smell of scorched earth painted a hellish picture.
Where am I?!Why… am I here?
Zhang Tong tried to move, his mind filled with questions.
He forced himself to remember, to pull back his fading consciousness. Bit by bit, his body came back to life—like dew dripping onto a dry leaf.
Wait… wasn't I in the middle of a street fight?
I was just about to crush my opponent—so why did everything suddenly go black, and I woke up in this nightmare?
Zhang Tong thought hard, but no answers came.
He licked his dry lips and tried to call for help—
"Waaah! Waaah! Waaah!"
The sound stunned him.
He wasn't shouting.He was crying—like a baby.
Shocked, he looked down at himself.
Tiny arms and legs, soft pink skin, weak little fists waving about.He was… a baby?!
Did I… transmigrate?
Was this the "reborn into another world" trend I'd seen all over lately?
But how?!
Someone like me—an unwanted orphan, awkward, withdrawn, later turning violent and reckless—how could I be chosen to transmigrate?
Cynical, selfish, hated by everyone… no way the universe would pick me! If some Time-Space Bureau exists, they definitely messed up.
Still, sarcasm wouldn't save him. He forced himself to calm down.
The first priority was survival.
Alone, in the wilderness, surrounded by flames—if hunger or cold didn't kill him, wild animals or the fire surely would.
He had to rely on himself. That had been his creed since the orphanage.
Gritting his baby teeth, he flailed his arms, rolling over on his blanket to face another direction and survey the area.
Every breath came in rough gasps.Even rolling over felt like it would kill him.
But then he noticed something—just a few meters away, a steaming crater.
Unlike the smoke from burning trees, this mist wasn't fire. It was something else—unnatural.
A meteor? he guessed. That would explain the fire.
If the pit wasn't too hot, he could crawl inside for shelter.
Wrapping himself tightly in the blanket, he took a deep breath and rolled toward it.
Luckily, rain had softened the ground, and he tumbled safely to the crater's edge.
When he poked his head over to look inside—his eyes widened.
Not a meteor.
A spaceship.
The pod was blackened and steaming, about the size of a baby's cradle.
And inside—
A baby.
Blue eyes blinked up at him curiously, watching the unexpected intruder.
Zhang Tong froze.
Wait… this scene… why does it feel so familiar?
His mind blanked for a moment—then it hit him.
Superman?!
Even if he wasn't a comic book fan, everyone knew the story of Superman's pod crash.
So this baby… was Superman?
If so, then the Kents would arrive soon.
Which meant he had a chance at survival.
His eyes flickered with resolve.
Time to make a move.
…
A truck rumbled down a dirt road.
"Smallville weather tonight—9.6 degrees, humidity 62%, wind speed 12.8 meters per second. Gentlemen, you won't find a finer evening than this."
Jonathan Kent frowned under his cowboy hat. Forest fires were the last thing a farmer needed during harvest season.
"Dry weather like this, no wonder there's a fire," Martha Kent said softly, trying to comfort him.
Jonathan only muttered, "Unless… someone set it."
But when they reached the scene, both were stunned.
In the crater lay a space pod, its hatch wide open, a baby inside.
And next to it—another baby, curled up on a gray blanket.
"My god…" Martha gasped, covering her mouth.
Jonathan slid down carefully, rifle slung aside, and picked up the child inside the pod.
Martha cradled the one on the blanket, whispering, "Is this… a gift from the heavens?"
Jonathan didn't answer. He just studied the baby in his arms—
Zhang Tong.
The very same Zhang Tong who, true to his rotten nature, had already pushed the real Superman out of the pod to claim it for himself.
You're Kryptonian, right? You won't freeze to death. I'll take the pod.
Just as he smirked inwardly, a cold, electronic voice rang in his mind:
"System initializing… Homelander template loaded."
Homelander?!The twisted, ruthless, milk-loving "superbaby" from The Boys?
Zhang Tong's lips curled into a smile.
Perfect. In this dangerous world, he had his own power now.
And if he was Homelander…
This world was about to get very, very interesting.