[Third Person's PoV]
Superman soared across the skies, his cape trailing behind him like a comet of crimson. It was only his second day of being known to the public—his second day of answering cries for help and quieting chaos where it stirred. Yet already, the world was beginning to believe in miracles again. Each rescue, each life saved, felt like one more brick laid on the path to peace.
He glided between skyscrapers with ease, his ears attuned to the sounds of a city always on the brink. Then came the sharp crack of gunfire.
Without hesitation, Superman banked hard and dove toward the noise.
He arrived at a downtown bank, where masked assailants had taken hostages. Inside, frightened civilians were huddled on the ground while shots echoed against marble walls and ornate columns. The gunmen fired warning rounds into the ceiling, unaware that their warnings would soon become meaningless.
Superman didn't wait.
He crashed through the doors like a gust of divine wind. The robbers turned and shouted threats, guns now trained on him. They pulled their triggers once he failed to heed their warnings. Bullets whined and sparked as they collided harmlessly with his chest, his arms—even his face. He didn't even blink.
In a blur, he closed the distance. With controlled precision, he dispatched the assailants, knocking them unconscious with quick, effortless strikes. A few tried to use the hostages as shields, but Superman responded by narrowing his eyes. Twin beams of red-hot energy erupted from his pupils—precise, rapid, and surgical. Their weapons disintegrated into slag, and the heat scorched their hands just enough to drop their threats before he moved again—gone from sight, faster than the eye could follow.
Outside, the police unit charging in came to a halt as a streak of red and white flashed before them. In the next instant, the robbers were dropped at their feet, bound together by rings of steels— Handcuffs taken from the waist of the cops—and their weapons laid in a pile, melted and neutralized.
Moments later, the hostages emerged, walking slowly, wide-eyed, as if stepping out of a dream. They looked up to see him—floating silently, high above them, eyes scanning the scene one last time.
Then he was gone, a blur rocketing skyward.
Civilians watching from a safe distance had captured the entire event on their phones. Within hours, it would flood social media, the evening news, and the front pages of global papers.
And yet, this was only the beginning.
Throughout the day, similar incidents unfolded across the globe—each more surreal than the last. High-speed pursuits were abruptly halted. Kidnappings were foiled mid-attempt. A cat stuck in a tree? Saved. A lost balloon? Returned gently to the hands of a teary-eyed child who stared up at his hero, eyes wide with awe.
The days began to blur. By the end of the week, the world was slowly getting to know the new emerging hero.
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In Russia:
"A massive avalanche nearly engulfed the remote mountain village of Vostok," a reporter said, bundled in thick fur, his breath fogging in the frigid air. "But just as all hope seemed lost, witnesses claim the man known only as 'The Man in White' appeared, hovering in the sky—and unleashed a breath so powerful, it diverted the snow's deadly path. No injuries. No casualties. Just a miracle in the snow."
Behind him, villagers could be seen waving at the camera, shoveling snow from their homes—alive and smiling.
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In Mexico:
"We are broadcasting live from Guerrero, where a mine collapse earlier today trapped over fifty workers underground," a reporter said, her voice tight with urgency. "But rescue efforts have taken an extraordinary turn— The mysterious man in white and red is here!"
The camera panned sharply toward the mine entrance.
"There he is now!"
Emerging from the shadows, Superman carried two unconscious men draped over his shoulders, both cradled gently by his cape. In his free hand, he held a torch, casting golden light ahead as dozens of miners followed him out—dust-covered, bloodied, but alive. Some leaned on each other for support, while others dropped to their knees, crying tears of relief and gratitude.
"It's a miracle!" the reporter exclaimed. "He seems to have managed to rescue the Miner! He's like a Guardian Angel"
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In Central Asia, near the Afghanistan-Iraq border:
A respected local journalist stood in front of a tense political checkpoint. Behind her, armored vehicles were parked in a standoff, and diplomats from two neighboring nations had gathered—faces worn with exhaustion and conflict.
"It has been confirmed," the reporter said in Pashto-accented English, "that the mysterious figure known as Superman has intervened in escalating tensions between two long-standing rival factions. Appearing without warning, he halted advancing forces and disarmed both sides—not with violence, but with presence alone."
The camera zoomed in on the scene behind her: Superman standing between the two groups, a symbol of El on his chest and a calm and collected look in his eyes.
"In a move few thought possible, he has brought both leaders together at a negotiation table. Though early and uncertain, a dialogue has begun. The people here are watching with cautious hope, praying for an end to what could have been another devastating conflict. May peace be granted, Inshallah."
The final shot showed Superman clasping both leaders on the shoulders before rising into the sky.
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In China, Sichuan Province:
A helicopter battled against the fury of the storm, its blades slicing through the screaming winds as it hovered above a turbulent sea of clouds. Inside the chopper were a cameraman and a female news reporter, both strapped in but barely steady as the aircraft jolted in the tempest. The howling of the wind was deafening, rivaled only by the torrential roar of the rain and the explosive booms of thunder that cracked like cannon fire across the sky.
Clinging to the safety bar, her voice barely cutting through the storm's cacophony, the reporter shouted into her microphone, her hair whipping wildly in the gale, "This is one of the largest and most dangerous storms in our nation's history! But that's not why we're broadcasting this emergency coverage. No—this storm is the backdrop to something even more incredible. It appears that the mysterious figure who has been appearing around the world, saving lives and defying logic, has arrived in our country... and he's fighting the storm itself! Look! There he is!!"
She pointed skyward, and the cameraman instinctively swung the lens in the direction of her outstretched hand. The camera just managed to capture the image of a figure being blasted from the heart of a pitch-black cloud, electricity dancing violently across his body. The lightning bolt had struck him dead-on, engulfing his form in light and fury.
But then—his eyes ignited.
Twin beams of brilliant red flared in the storm's darkness like a pair of blazing comets. With a primal roar, Superman unleashed a torrent of searing heat vision, the beams tearing into the storm clouds and burning a path straight into their core. The thunder continued to strike his body, yet he remained unshaken, pressing forward with relentless determination.
What no one noticed—hidden amidst the churning clouds—was a colossal creature. A giant horse-like beast stood within the storm's center, its hooves raised high as if trampling the sky itself. It possessed twin horns that glowed with electric energy, flashing violently before it stomped down upon the clouds, sending a wave of thunderbolts hurtling toward Superman.
Clark inhaled deeply and responded with a frigid blast of arctic breath. A tempest of frost collided with the lightning strikes, freezing the bolts mid-air. The electric energy was encased in crystal-clear ice, forming massive, jagged icicles that shattered like glass as Superman surged forward, plunging straight back into the cloud's heart.
The camera zoomed in as the cloud erupted in flickers of lightning. Superman's silhouette was briefly illuminated—eyes burning red, a fist cocked back, the other hand outstretched. Then, in the blink of an eye, a massive shockwave burst outward from the storm cloud, sending waves of wind and force in every direction. The mythical beast within—revealed to those possessing spiritual energy was a Kirin—was utterly obliterated by the blow.
The clouds exploded outward, dispersing like shattered glass across the sky, and sunlight broke through for the first time in hours, casting golden rays across the now tranquil sky.
The helicopter spun wildly, caught in the aftershock of the godlike punch. The occupants screamed as it tilted uncontrollably, but the pilot managed to stabilize it. Unfazed, the reporter, breathless and soaked, pointed toward the sky once more. "Quickly! Get that on camera!!"
The cameraman, wide-eyed and speechless, raised his lens.
Superman floated above them, suspended in midair, bathed in sunlight. His eyes were closed, his head tilted upward as the last remnants of rain fell softly from the clearing sky. His cape fluttered behind him like a flag in slow motion, arms outstretched as if embracing the dawn. One leg bent slightly, he looked like a statue carved from divine inspiration.
He slicked his drenched hair back, opened his eyes, and glanced toward the helicopter. A small smile played across his lips. Then he winked—and in a blur of motion, shot across the sky, disappearing into the horizon.
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A Week Later…
At the beginning of the second week following the storm, murals began appearing on the walls of buildings across major cities. Some depicted a majestic silhouette standing tall in front of the sun, others bore the symbol of the House of El—the famous "S" shield—painted in brilliant red and yellow. Wings were added by some artists, while others drew flowing capes and sunbursts.
Children, too, became enchanted by the new icon. Elementary schools were filled with crayon drawings of the "S" symbol. Kids across the globe colored pictures of Superman, mimicking his pose with towels tied around their necks and wide smiles on their faces. Stories of his heroics spread like wildfire across social media, television, and news outlets.
Soon, reporters around the world began seeking out those who had firsthand encounters with the mysterious hero.
Interview #1 – New York City:
"Oh, you mean that guy? The one in the cape, right? Man, I love that guy. He saved my mom from being mugged. I love my mom more than anything. I can't imagine what would've happened if he hadn't been there. Just think about how many mothers, fathers, and families he's saved…"
Interview #2 – Rio de Janeiro:
"He saved my dad from a construction collapse. Caught a steel beam with one hand like it was nothing. But get this—after he was done, he chewed out the site manager for skimping on safety regulations. Can you believe that? A superhero, scolding management for OSHA violations. That's my kind of guy."
Interview #3 – Paris:
"Hahaha, he's gorgeous. I proposed to him when he saved me from a falling building. I mean, how could I not? But he called me 'disgusting' and flew off. That hurt, but… look at him. I'll survive."
Interview #4 – Tokyo:
"Why is no one freaking out? A literal superhero is flying around saving people like he stepped out of a comic book! This isn't normal, people! I've seen enough movies to know this never ends well for us little people—but damn, he saved my dog, so I guess we ride this out."
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From every continent, in every language, across every news outlet, the world was talking about one man.
No one knew exactly where he came from. Some speculated he was from another country. Others believed he was from another planet. But all agreed: he was unlike anything the world had ever seen. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.
And so the people gave him a name.
A symbol of hope. A symbol of strength.
SUPERMAN.
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