The City of Sin.
Deep within the slums stood an old orphanage.
The elderly headmaster suddenly received a phone call—
a truly heavyweight guest was about to arrive.
In recent days, countless medical miracles had shaken the world.
And without exception, they all revolved around one man's name.
New energy.
Nanomachines.
Immortality-grade miracle drugs.
Mechanical behemoths.
The Creator.
In just a little over a month, he had single-handedly fed the entire global news industry.
The presidents of major media conglomerates were raking in obscene profits,
so much so that they would gladly kneel and kiss the toes of his polished shoes.
And yet
Such a towering figure had chosen to personally visit this place.
If the call hadn't come directly from the Chairman of Hammer Industries,
the headmaster would have thought he'd gone mad.
At the same time
A black Rolls-Royce cruised steadily down the street.
Renjie raised his hand and glanced at the smart watch on his wrist.
10:34.
This was already the seventh time he had checked the time since getting into the car.
Seated beside him, Android 18 frowned slightly.
She had never seen Renjie this tense.
Without knowing the full story, it was impossible not to overthink.
Eventually, every tangled thread of speculation pointed to one conclusion
Odin and his son.
Absurd as it sounded, Renjie might actually do something like this.
He wanted to adopt a child.
To experience what it felt like…
to become a father.
Android 18 was perceptive—
she had already grasped the answer.
Yet she said nothing, pretending nothing was amiss.
She was a smart woman.
She didn't want to become a burden to Renjie,
so she wouldn't ask foolish questions.
Besides
Anyone who could make Renjie this nervous…
That child must be hiding some kind of secret.
Renjie didn't want this matter broadcast to the world,
so he chose to keep the visit low-key.
But being too low-key would only raise suspicion.
So
He made an appointment in advance.
Had his subordinates coordinate with the media,
ensuring there would be no coverage.
A private vehicle.
Only a handful of people informed.
And if necessary
He could even pull Odin out as a convenient shield
to dispel external doubts.
Perfect.
After half an hour's drive, the Rolls-Royce came to a stop outside the orphanage.
Cracked walls were overrun with withered morning glories.
The iron gate screeched as it swung open.
The elderly, balding headmaster stood waiting with a group of children.
"Mr. Ren, on behalf of everyone at the orphanage, thank you for gracing us with your presence."
The headmaster wore a fawning smile.
Like a servant, he bent deeply at the waist, gesturing for Renjie to enter.
The children beside him prepared to rush forward
just as they had rehearsed.
But when they lifted their smiling little faces
And met those cold, detached eyes—
Every child instinctively stopped.
This was not an existence they were allowed to touch.
"Are all the children here?"
Renjie asked calmly.
"The… good-looking ones, and the obedient ones… yes…"
the headmaster replied bitterly, wiping sweat from his brow.
To curry favor, to keep Renjie from seeing the darker side of the orphanage,
he had deliberately selected these so-called 'model orphans.'
Hoping Renjie would make his decision right at the door.
"Bring all the children here."
"I mean… every single one."
Renjie frowned, looking down at the headmaster.
His gaze carried unmistakable authority and pressure.
He despised people who still tried to play clever tricks at critical moments.
Because the target of this visit
Supreme Little Superman
Was not among these children.
Which meant
He was one of the children the headmaster had discarded.
"P-Please forgive me! I'll do it immediately!"
The headmaster's heart clenched.
He hurriedly urged the children to gather all the others.
Renjie stepped into the dilapidated building, surveying his surroundings.
Suddenly
A muffled, aggrieved sob caught his attention.
Renjie turned toward a cupboard in the room.
He was certain
That was where the crying came from.
Faintly
An unknown, mysterious force seemed to urge him forward.
The feeling was impossible to describe.
But Renjie was absolutely certain of one thing.
The child hiding inside that cupboard
was the reason he had come.
Renjie stepped closer and crouched beside it.
Careful not to frighten the child inside,
he gently opened the cupboard door.
A pair of large eyes filled with terror and helplessness stared back at him.
The frail boy had clearly been forced inside.
A distinct shoe print marked his face.
He was in pain.
His mouth was wrapped with bandages
he couldn't even cry out loudly.
Heaven knew how someone had managed to cram him in there.
Renjie's expression darkened with pain.
In that instant, the Creator Armor activated, covering his arms.
Without hesitation, he tore the cupboard apart with brute force
and pulled the boy free.
"Good child… what did they do to you?"
Holding the boy in his arms, Renjie gently tore away the tape from his mouth.
Then he took a handkerchief from his pocket
and carefully wiped the dirt from the boy's face.
"I… I stole a meat pie this morning… Aunt Jones caught me…"
"She shoved me in there as punishment… and said I couldn't call for help…"
"Otherwise… she'd throw me out…"
"I'm sorry… I was just… really hungry…"
The boy sobbed weakly.
Tears streamed endlessly from his eyes.
He rubbed his dirty little head gently against the man before him.
Since his adoptive mother passed away—
He had never felt such warmth.
Such a safe, comforting embrace.
"Poor child… this will never happen again."
Renjie said softly, from the depths of his heart.
Bullying the weak—
Acts like this played out every day
in this sin-ridden land.
"What's your name?"
Renjie asked gently.
Whether this boy was his target or not—
He was taking him away.
The boy weakly lifted his head, gazing into Renjie's warm eyes.
A small, blissful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"My name is… Clark Kent."
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